This shit is madness, got so many of these little bastards On my coattails they ripped the fabric on my winter jacket I could sit here and list the cats spitting wack shit But it would take longer to finish that shit than the ‘Middle Passage’ So I’m sitting back and thinking what to rhyme about Off the top like the hair follicles on Talib’s scalp In his momma’s house with my feet up on the couch Burning trees like napalm in Laos ’til I get cotton mouth Then I’m out, 'bout to go in every spot Playing Fetty Wap and make them throw on some Freddie Fox I don’t need any props I don’t already got So shove your Gucci belt and Fendi socks up your penny slot ’Til the wedgie is so deadly to your sweaty twat The doc gives you a pap like Remi Ma, nah lemme stop I’m known on every block, while you smoking reggie pot At home making enemies on the web like Eddie Brock Henny shots while I’m recording got my body organs Polymorphing to a wave length that cause tsunami warnings But y’all be snoring that’s why Bolic’s posse forming Got a leg up like Daniel Crane kicking Johnny Lawrence The way Miyagi taught it 'cause if you have the heart Rapping starts to open doors like raptors in Jurassic Park But y’all are wack and only act the part That’s why we skip what you say like you’re mumbling to Shannon Sharpe Been a long time luckily the king is back On the throne drinking Jack, no puppet strings attached Just some peasants clinging to my ding-a-ling and sack Attitude’s still fuck you, what you think of that? I do my goddamn thing, what you think of that? Let these brass balls swing, what you think of that? I’m the motherfuckin’ king, what you think of that? What you think of that, bitch? What you think of that? I deserve Dom P poured for me slow On last night’s first class flight to Puerto Rico Then we go private jet to board at Heathrow To snorkel by a coral reef while I wore a Speedo That’s just how they lie to normal people And why my alter ego formed, born in vitro Importing kilos of raw for corporate credos Too busy trying to whore the culture to make sure the seeds grow But what does he know? Bolic’s like a troglodyte Neanderthal trapped in solid ice, who let him on the mic? Save the drama fights and gossip for your blogger sites If you don’t like my shit your momma might, so I’m a'ight Bolic’s life wasn’t bubblebaths and lemonade Nothing upperclass, doctors understaffed on Medicaid Now this renegade is touching cash and getting paid With fans behind me like hovercrafts in the Everglades Yesterday I squeezed guns with infrared So save the horse shit you say for reruns of Mister Ed Bolic’s sicker than theee hundred living dead Priests, nuns and midgets spread in threesomes with chicken heads I grew up where police come in with feds Freedom gets rip to shreds, they feed them prescription meds I don’t believe a word these punks and bitches said 'Cause when their skin is shed they’re just geeks from the interweb Been a long time luckily the king is back On the throne drinking Jack, no puppet strings attached Just some peasants clinging to my ding-a-ling and sack Attitude’s still fuck you, what you think of that? I do my goddamn thing, what you think of that? Let these brass balls swing, what you think of that? I’m the motherfuckin’ king, what you think of that? What you think of that, bitch? What you think of that? ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjXNknBHdLI

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