Lyrics You Ain't a King - Jesse B Dawg , Tre Fitty

Split raps and feed the dog your bones
The evenin' is creepin' in and y'all don't wanna be alone
Your screamin' no as I cut the flesh
It was such a mess
Consuela get the mop, his head came off
Pour a glass of the Pinesol on the rocks

I'm sick in the knot with a zombie walk
Deep in the woods
Ill snatch up you parents
And skin em raw

Come home, I was just runnin' errands
I got arms and legs wrapped up in cellophane

Ready to hit the oven ignite the pain
Chowin' on a plate of brains

Blood stains on the rusty kitchen sink
Ill stab yo bitch ass before you could blink
I tried to get help but I killed the shrink
I need somethin' to eat for a week

Cut open the cheek and fry it up like bacon
Teriyaki sauce i'm in the mood for asian

Open up the wounds and there goes the stuffin'
Butter up some toenail muffins and get to crunchin'

You ain't doin half the shit that i'm doin
Naw you ain't been through it
Like I fuckin' been through it
Naw you ain't pursuin' your dreams
You ain't a king homie
I make em bleed homie

You ain't doin half the shit that i'm doin
Naw you ain't been through it
Like I fuckin' been through it
Naw you ain't pursuin' your dreams
You ain't a king homie
I make em bleed homie

Boom... im da illest in the game
Rap pharaoh wit a mic n a bongman chain

I got horror stories that are morbid gory
N a fucked off brain

Some say insane but thats hearsay
(Hearsay?)
See me in the paint get knocked out ya frame
All red when i bang thats pure flame

Roastin' urethanes on the blacktop
Goin state to state gettin mad props

I broke padlocks off the rap game
With a collab songs and fat bank

I went not played to gettin hella paid
Now I rock any show that we wanna play
Its all biz to me it aint for the fame
Id rather have the chips then have name

I go in like a renegade ready to kill
N roll ten like im tryna get a win field

I fuckin grin when i kill And diminish your skills
N its real when I rap cuz i feel like that

Im the crypt keeper dig a dig a ditch deeper
Make bitch fiend for this dick and reefer

I got map and plans im the fucken man
You run your shit like one of fury's scam

(You phoney)

You ain't doin half the shit that i'm doin
Naw you ain't been through it
Like I fuckin' been through it
Naw you ain't pursuin' your dreams
You ain't a king homie
I make em bleed homie

You ain't doin half the shit that i'm doin
Naw you ain't been through it
Like I fuckin' been through it
Naw you ain't pursuin' your dreams
You ain't a king homie
I make em bleed homie