KING SWIFT - W.G.M.C
The world's greatest emceeI'll walk up in your session high as fuck late as can be
And smack a rapper
Back packers and trap rappers, I ball em up
Throw em in the trash, they spit fast, then call em up
Tell em I'm available
My flow is the ocean unassailable
Highly flammable, building that's unscalable
Im the saber-toothed wolf that's in the booth
Tornado, taking off roofs the cloven hoof
Of the sacrifice I'll battle B.I.G and Pac in the afterlife
But before I'm deceased I'll fuck the pastor's wife
Im the oracle painting pictures that's grotesque and horrible
With guns that might blow you chest to particles
I split atoms
I Drink gas and spit at em
Think fast, nigga my drink splash
That's $50,000 Alpaca mane you blot that ,you got that?
These rappers taking theses L's and never shot back
You looking fake in that cell, I'm bringing Pac back
Say less
Prepared to die, that's why I stay dressed
Body blows and uppercuts fucking up your face chest
You face death
Can't take a safe breath
Don't want to exit stage left
I'm thinking bout the last days left
As I sit upon the gold throne
I'll rap a hole in the o zone
The presidential election is postponed
When I catch a beat I can flow on
Blunt full of runtz I can blow on
Written by:
Janerio Walker
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