Sir Charles III - Fuck Every Rapper But Me

He's been called outrageous
Unpredictable, emotional
Sir Charles
Sir Charles

It's Sir Charles the lion hearted, the oceans parted
The fire started with my arrival, there's no departure
I brought the rapture while speaking backwards, in parcel tongue
Endorphin rapping, body snatchin', the unholy one

Enough, heart to carry seven, then I eat the eighth
A slow march from hell to break into heaven's gates
Fuck a weight, the glory great, and I'm center stage
Sniffing plates of free basin while she feed me grapes

My pupils dilated, soul so dehydrated
Lyrics need refrigerated, love the goat, he been the greatest
Hit a note, it hits your playlist, all these rappers fucking tasteless
Shit is trash and fucking basic, tell me how the fuck you famous

Yeah, tell me how the fuck you famous
Yeah, tell me how the fuck you famous
Tell me how the fuck you famous
Tell me how the fuck you famous

I'm fucking up your favorites, I brimstone the matrix
Jim Jones the statement, preaching from below the basement
Give myself a fucking facelift, drop some dope and fucking bang it
Kill myself, just leave me hanging

Kill myself, just leave me hanging
I've been hungry, and I came to eat a artist's dream
I do what I want, and there ain't no fucking pardon me
So I'm snatching out the arteries, my artistry

The hardest thing since marbling, I carved the Greeks
Let my people porn in seas, harder than a marvel scene
Odysseus and Odyssey, resting where the godless sleep
The oddest sheep don't bother me, I'm honestly beyond the scene

Monster king, bended knee, but had the week and eat the meat
I came to feast

Written by:
Charles Mickle

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