| I wrote this sitting at the sea
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| How much of a villain can a king be
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| Chino the merciful call me King Chi
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| Sitting on a throne made of skulls
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| Of my enemies
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| I survived my demise
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| And conspiracies
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| My scripture is like angry prisoners
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| Waiting on their release
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| You’re fuckin word beat
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| King Chi — your majesty
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| I wear a crown
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| And every jewel is a classic verse
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| The compound that it’s made of
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| Is melted rappers that I massacred
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| My blood is bound slave tears
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| And Puerto Rican bourbon
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| My words are wings that come down
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| And remove you from your breathing burden
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| I’ll be in the church when on Sunday
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| They’ll say that I’m too harsh
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| Leave his face looking like a broken squash
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| I’m like an arrogant vodka
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| Drinking Scandinavian
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| With a Viking sword in my hand
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| That is colder than the Appalachian
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| My evil special is penmanship
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| It’s the only thing that’ll cage me in
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| Slash three sixes in my sinning skin
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| Like I am Damian
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| Straight carnage wicked promise
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| The word monster
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| Funeral parlor loiterer
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| Enjoyer of woman in bonding
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| Syllable smotherer
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| Serial killer comforter
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| Sicker than cousins thats fuckin
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| And claiming they love one another
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| Twisted like Iron Maiden
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| Without even explaining
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| My brains driving through the rain
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| And pains spinning out hydroplaning
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| I’m Manson at his final arraignment
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| I’m OJ making his final child support payment
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| Like bitch, I’ll never pay again
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| My mind is like working in a coal mine
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| During a cave in
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| Lack of oxygen and vomit
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| Making me a mental patient
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| Your niggas like hipsters out of town vapin'
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| My niggas like Taliban sitting in a van waiting
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| It’s insane who think that I’m not royalty
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| Then fuck em
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| I listen to your album
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| My finger on the fast-forward button
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| I’m about to bring you Armageddon
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| It’s like you witnessin' Galactus in a normal settin
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| Sleeping in a cave
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| With a cactus as you’re active bedding
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| King lion in the jungle
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| I’m hungry don’t ever try to pet him
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| The fallen angel from heaven
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| Demons wanna behead him
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| I’m giving the biblical message
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| My syllable method
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| Is indelible with effort a rabid shepherd
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| Attacking like a leper’d leopard
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| That’s a leopard with leprosy you unintelligent bastard
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| I wrote this sitting at the sea
|
| How much of a villain can a king be
|
| Chino the merciful call me King Chi
|
| Sitting on a throne made of skulls
|
| Of my enemies
|
| I survived my demise
|
| And conspiracies
|
| My scripture is like angry prisoners
|
| Waiting on their release
|
| You’re fuckin word beat
|
| King Chi — your majesty
|
| I wrote this sitting at the sea
|
| How much of a villain can a king be
|
| Chino the merciful call me King Chi
|
| Sitting on a throne made of skulls
|
| Of my enemies
|
| I survived my demise
|
| And conspiracies
|
| My scripture is like angry prisoners
|
| Waiting on their release
|
| You’re fuckin word beat
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| King Chi — your majesty |