Текст песни King of the Show - FG

I can't be polite and friendly
My pen is fire and deadly
He was standing there like a mannequin
He left, 'cause his time ended
Don't be sad, he's retired and resting (haha)
Death comes to life for takin' it
So stop right now shakin'
And turn around baby
Face me and prepare yourself to the strike
Of the Black Ink
I'm bitin' this head off, decapitating
I'm bad, I know, tonight there's some complainin'
"This shitty show has songs that are too aggressive"
"I want the one where he's depressive"
"Zero outta ten, this is the vote I'm ratin'"
"Oh fantastic, I have in my ass a dick"
Haha fuck this, I'm the king
I'm the King Of The Show, know it, I'm the best
I walk back to the throne, I wrote on my hands
The noteblock is full, cuz I write 2 poems everyday
I want to say "I'm a GOAT" but nope
I'm the King Of The Show
I want to be a king but I'm in this boredome
Fuck it, let it be my kingdom (ah corny, yeah-yeah)
Like bee comb, home sweet home
Bunch of words are just a war drone
Put 'em in a line and peer hole
I'm back just knee whore
Just thinkin' what to wear
I punch 'em wide, Seagal
'Cause I like to track Ls, shit knows
That brought a bear
'Cause in 'em, I look big homie
Bonk, and this is what I took from the blueprints
Stolen from a lot of great, but ain't so good
In this new shit, bold as I am, a fucking renegade
Mic stand and wait, I have to pill up
I'm full of hate, light blend shade
Bitch get to kill 'em, that's a spook bait
I will take the crown without any fluke steps
Crowd still shakin' with these raps
Because what comes around goes down
With the words goin' loud
I'm the King Of The Show, know it, I'm the best
I walk back to the throne, I wrote on my hands
The noteblock is full, cuz I write 2 poems everyday
I want to say "I'm a GOAT" but nope
I'm the King Of The Show
I consider myself the King Of The Show
But can't forget the bar, bitch
If I would be a dog without any warnin'
I will bite your head off darling (barkin'! haha)
Yeah, let's go behind the black curtain
Heck bolt, another rap record on stack
Talk to my ballsack, suck 'em then
Shock 'em, yellow lightning
Gold and stop
Someone is tryin' to get my throne
Not now, timin' is almost perfect
Low down, I'm ready to guidin' the show
As the king, I mean I have to lead
And the cost I did from kill him
Is that I have to honor him
The light sightning on the mic holder
Where are at the final bow and-