Crown Of Thorns Lyrics

Yea I might be the prince

But I'm king of this shit

Hey EZ

Appreciate this beat

Yall don't want to get me started

Nah

You don't wanna fight

All up on the mic

Probably scratch and bite

Yea females all alike

Want to bitch and gripe live your fakest life

Don't believe your hype its better not to try

You the type of guy can't read or write

Think you bust a rhyme like you Busta Rhymes

Or Tech N9ne or the rap god

Why you act hard

I'm the heart throb get tha whole squad

I'm on top an you all talk

Ain't going to stop you want no part

I'm real as fuck an you all fraud

Little Barbie doll since you standing tall Don't go darting off if you want to brawl

Or you need a bra

A Wonder bra or a shattered jaw

Cause you such a bitch I'm gonna call you dog

Pull ya tampon out your little WAP

Punk bitch fucking little twat

When I go off got the scalpel drawn

Surgical when I rap my thoughts

In a post box like a post op

Make you close shop sew your mouth shut My patience gone but the anger on

Get slept quick got you nodding off

I'm So sick like a chronic cough

Got A death wish while you talkin tough

Got a mental buzz what the pencil does

Get your temple stuck I run a muck

I'm number one an I bring the gust

I never needed no fucking crutch

Should I lighten up like lightning does

Not a lightning bug give a flying fuck

I light them up if they press their luck

Ha guess who

A out time for me to let loose

And I ain't calling no truce

I'm going to let it do what it do

This beat getting ate up

Now wake up It's about time to spit it again

With Princ3 The Kidd getting under your skin

This Princ3 The Kidd am I under your skin

Keep a pistol tucked in my denim trunks

Make you bite dust comin out the cut

When the semi punch turn you into mush

Sounding like a drum till an empty gun

Spew more gas than a Exxon or a Chevron or a quick stop

At your mom an pops

I'm just topping off here to wreck songs

Think that I'm stop then you dead wrong

No respect shown with a different tone

In the studio all in my zone

This Princ3 The Kidd an this my thrown

All that shit you say yea it's all lies

Always looking down never eye to eye

While you tucking tail cause you gonna cry

Yea You run and hide like a hundred times

Times a hundred times cause you under fire

Strap your shoes up tie them bitches tight

Afternoon delight But you thuggish right

Cause you hustle dimes and you fuck around

I'm just in time we are not alike

I'm tha sharpest knife

With a needle spike

Got an evil mind with an eagles sight

When I crossed the T's and I dot the I's

An this is how you die verbal homicide

Serve it Sunnyside Like an early rise

Man you sweet as pie

An I'm certified none worse than I'm

Surge my appetite no mercy mind

Yea You heard it right

My crowns made of thorns

I'm all out my norm

Kicking the rawest form

Leaving you deformed

Rotten at my core this a perfect storm

When ya strike a cord at ya own accord

Ha guess who

A out time for me to let loose

And I ain't calling no truce

I'm going to let it do what it do

This beat getting ate up

Now wake up It's about time to spit it again

With Princ3 The Kidd getting under your skin

This Princ3 The Kidd am I under your skin

Dumbass you don't bust gats

Ain't no come back I'm a scumbag

My balls so big they got mud flaps

Bout to unpack on this young lass

Make ya lungs crack with a deep gasp

Put you in a body bag

With a soft jab get a toe tag

You don't want that you got no class

I can see straight through your whole act

On each track I speak facts

If you want to problem I can be that

Get your skull cracked Like Hulk smash

An when the beat slap I snap

If your talkin bout me

I make the streets clap

Where ya Kneecaps get blown back

In the deep grass

Ain't no free pass pray to Jesus

It's going to be bad

Motherfucker You ain't built for war

You don't want no more

Showing no remorse as I flow tha torch

Got a pitch fork to pull out tha corpse

Better pray to lord like your reborn

Cause my crown of thorns

It's been battle worn

With my demon horns

And my battle sword

I don't gamble scores

You an armature

I just handle you like a scrabble board

Leave ya body on the chapel floor

This Princ3 The Kidd ain't gon say no more

Ha guess who

A out time for me to let loose

And I ain't calling no truce

I'm going to let it do what it do

This beat getting ate up

Now wake up It's about time to spit it again

With Princ3 The Kidd getting under your skin

This Princ3 The Kidd am I under your skin