Lyrics Trash King - M Preskitt

Yeah
M Preskitt
I'm the king
King of the trash
Don't fuck with me
This dumpsters mine
Haha

I'm the king of the trash
King of the party boy raps
Hip-hop today sucks (Yeah)
But I'm bringing it back
When I show up to the party
Like seventy minutes late
Drinking Hennessey
Out the bottle
Mix it with Minute Maid
I'm a renegade
See you on my Facebook feed
Talking bout the same shit
I'm like gangsta' please
Ain't nobody give a fuck
What these rappers be on
Y'all put me to sleep quicker
Than Bed Bath and Beyond
Y'all love me 'cause
My flows funny
But still rougher than
Honey bunches of oats money
I'm so funny
I could show up to the crib
In a stolen Mercedes Benz
With four flat tires
Rolling on fucking rims
And still be fucking sicker
Than everyone
At the kickback
Sit back in a chair in the corner
Playing with knick knacks
I rap battled a dude back in
Two thousand and twelve
I guess I fucking won
I'm still waiting for
Him to spit back

I'm the king of the trash
And I'm bringing the raps
And I be singing like crap
But I be making you snap
Your lil' fingers
When you realize
I'm making you clap like a pussy
While I'm bringing it back
Jump in the back
And I'm the king of the trash
And I be smacking the ass
And I'm
Heading to the top
Homie it's happening fast
So you better get in line
And just think of some rhymes
If you wanna kick some ass
And be the king of the trash

Pull up to store in a hooptie
Cussing and whooping
Music blaring
People staring
'Cause I'm bringing
All of my groupies
Hopping up out the ride
With a dime and a couple nines
And twenty two fucking cousins
And every one of em's mine
All we're buying is coke
Swear to god it's a shipwreck
Paying for with EBT
And a crumpled up fucking
WIC check
And I swear to god
I'm about to pick a fight
Everybody in this motherfucker
Looking like a dike
And I'm 'bout to pull a knife
And I'm 'bout to lose my mind (aaargh!)
What you thought that
Trashy people
Wasn't classy enough to rhyme
I'm so classy I can
Go and have sex with prostitute
In the back of dirty
Seven eleven bathroom
And still be the man
I could beat a man
I could beat a woman
Matter of fact I have
And I'll do it again
'Cause I don't play with
Them bitches
Who be playing with me
From the M
To the P-R-E-S-K-I-T-T
I'm the greatest in the
Motherfucking greater A-Z
Cheese grating up these bitches
Like I'm fucking crazy
But I ain't crazy
I'm just little bit smarter than you
So I can say simpler rhymes
And still be harder than you

I'm the king of the trash
And I'm bringing the raps
And I be singing like crap
But I be making you snap
Your lil' fingers
When you realize
I'm making you clap like a pussy
While I'm bringing it back
Jump in the back
And I'm the king of the trash
And I be smacking the ass
And I'm
Heading to the top
Homie it's happening fast
So you better get in line
And just think of some rhymes
If you wanna kick some ass
And be the king of the trash

Twenty dollar shoes
And I'm flossing with 'em (yeah)
Kidnapping teen girls
Just to gossip with 'em (oh my god)
That new wave rap
Dog you lost me with it
I gotta dirty car
With a dead possum in it
Lost the limit
Rolling the highway
Getting lost forget it
Two thousand and three
Saturn wit a boss up in it
Pop the Guinness
Bottle and swallow all of it
Wallow in it
In the beginning
I was thinking of winning
A milli' and a Ferrari
Wit a motherfucking model in it
But now...

I'm the king of the trash
And I'm bringing the raps
And I be singing like crap
But I be making you snap
Your lil' fingers
When you realize
I'm making you clap like a pussy
While I'm bringing it back
Jump in the back
And I'm the king of the trash
And I be smacking the ass
And I'm
Heading to the top
Homie it's happening fast
So you better get in line
And just think of some rhymes
If you wanna kick some ass
And be the king of the trash