Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood On the Crown, artist - K Rino. Album song 80 Minute Eternity, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.08.2012
Record label: Black Book - SoSouth
Song language: English
Blood On the Crown |
All around the world, ha |
Nah-nah-nah, that’s what they said |
Come on, bring it nah-nah-nah |
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah |
Time to introduce the world to the pandemic releaser |
Slide you, decline you, cut you up like a Visa |
In dramatic fashion cadavers in the attic stashing |
When I ring a rappers neck it look like I be cabbage patching |
After the whooping I left a crook in the oven cooking |
I stole my own rhyme book when I wasn’t looking |
I found out and the consequences were costly |
You shoulda saw what I did to myself when I caught me |
They say I got better after 40 |
Boy you 'bout to get your ass whooped like a male stripper at a bachelor party |
Obsessive compulsive disorder’s what it’s seeming like |
Repetitive torture, I start over till I think it’s right |
Think it’s right (Think it’s right), think it’s right, OK now it’s right |
Went from South Park to Antarctica in a hour flight |
These boys dirty, they done broke too many laws |
Next year these rappers gon' be on stage in skinny draws |
Now everybody is saying they got the top spit |
Until I show up and run ‘em off of the block quick |
Face down on the ground, slugs all around |
Your favorite rapper was found with blood on his crown |
Go find somebody weaker to dump on |
I’ll write a verse in 5 minutes, greater than a song you worked a month on |
I won’t dump on you chump unless you jump |
My paragraphs are tighter than a blood pressure pump |
If you don’t wanna mind, I’ll force you |
I won’t drag you across the ground, I’ll drag the ground across you |
Describe every tribal move, I’ll do |
Dial you to tell the time and place that I’ll arrive to strike and still |
surprise you |
You want a thesis from me, no problem increase the money |
Promise I’m not crazy, don’t believe me ask the Easter Bunny |
They had me on wicked attraction for attacking rappers |
I doubled back and massacred the re-enactment actors |
One of my favorite things is bathing in laser beams |
Waking from crazy dreams with scorpion stingers and raven wings |
So come and deal with me first |
After you I’ll merk your kin folk, so there’s no one left to print your R.I.P. |
shirts |
Now everybody is saying they got the top spit |
Until I show up and run em off of the block quick |
Face down on the ground, slugs all around |
Your favorite rapper was found with blood on his crown |
You wrote but I wrote more, if you steal from my quote store |
I’ll bust through your door swinging a boat ore |
I’m awfully making every image a part of me |
I ought to be rewarded for verbal cinematography |
I took the phrase you taught and made it abort |
Like a vegetablized brain, I never gave it a thought |
My payment was short, so I went and raided the vault |
I just wave and it’s considered aggravated assault |
I got lyricists breaking while you twitching and shaking |
I develop photographs before the pictures are taken |
Hungry rappers stand in line when I hand bars out |
I got the whole game covered like their grandma’s couch |
How your dome feel when my word vacuum spin it |
Picture a bag on your head with a raccoon in it |
No force that you could build up could make my thoughts budge |
Taking dudes off the streets like a child support judge |
Aaaaah, it feels so good to know how much it hurts you ha-ha |