Songtexte Killing King - EnJay

Murder time so i open my book of rhymes
Check the time
Make sure i got the right line
Spit this so fine
Now it's time for me to take mine
And rhyme back with Crhyme
This is for the one time
Check the mic twice
No more being nice
Now its time for you to pay the price
Time to start killing so call me a killing king
Wheeling in my pray so pray and praise me
Im fazing out i might black out but i won't bow out
I'm batman back in the cowl so call me val
Cause my bars are Riddling (Riddler)
And y'all are Two faced when i work at this past (Two Face)
You're about to get erased like a mistake
This takes several take i can't keep track of the outtakes
I gotta retake the mix tape rewind my cassette
Cause i'm set ready to rap the Alphabet Back Canned Damn
Ere Furry Go Ham I Just Know Let Me Now Obliterate
People Quintillion Revolting Stay Tuned Using
Vodka Whiskey Xerox You Zany
Man how could i be this brainy it's insane g
You're mangey i mainly be a PIMP
More deadly then
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
You're under my hypnosis
If you noticed then you know this i'm a lyrical genius
And the meanest I need this game to be sane
This is mine fuck a nine i murder in these lines
Don't need to be doing fine i just need these rhymes
Cause this is mine you uncultured swine
Learn the art of rap then i'll come back with the fucking boom bap
Cause i know how to do that you tried to ruin that
Let me take them back
Ready to spit bullets
Just cool it fool i rule this
Me and KiD CuRRy are the rulers
You can't fool this
You know what this is Ferness proven at it's best
If you keep messing around with me then
You'll be in the bottom of the fucking sea
That guarantee
You dare fuck with me i'm a OG
I like to do this fucking shit
I like to spit these bars and double entendres every day
Man i got more shit to say before i go today
Cause man i'm out the both yet
Lets spit the truth
Cause you know what you know i'm ruthless
And i'll go for any motherfucker in these songs
This is my fucking place prove me wrong
You can never fucking prove me wrong
I murder people in my songs thats what i fucking do
I fucking destroy the fucking booth
I leave it on fucking fire when i leave
Man you know me i like the oldies i'm a fucking OG myself
Man i don't need fucking wealth to fucking flex in your face
Man i'll just work at the fucking fast past that i spit at
Everything fucking time i write a fucking rhyme
This another fucking crime Another fucking riot breaks out
You know what i don't give a fuck about the doubt
You can keep talking about that
Cause man you know what
I spit this shit every fucking day
Man i got more shit to say
Cause man this is my fucking booth you ready to tell the truth?
Nah i bet you fucking ain't
Cause i drew a fucking line in the sand
You know what imma be the fucking man of rap
Man you guys tried to take that from me
I can't let that fucking be happening
Cause man imma fucking kill rapping
And thats what imma fucking do
So every time you see me in this fucking booth you better fucking run
And duck for cover Cause you know what imma fucking run out of bullets
Soon or later I'm kidding so see you later mother fucking hater
Shit man fuck this