Muze Sikk and Jonathan David Paulson - Watch the Throne

I'm so official
I'm so original
Keep to my business
I got the vision
I put your girl on game to my penis
cfter she thanked
Speak body language
She want my babies
I told her maybe
Made hanky panky
Rolling that stanky
Blunts never lanky
This s amazing
Life is so crazy
This shit too wavy

Gripping the bacon
Whip in the vacant
Lot in the safe
cnd this is no Reggie
This shit is dank we
Hustle like jay z
Bitch do not play me
I am no gamete
Dick like a sperm whale
She wanna ride
She told me it's personal
I feel like Virgil
Dante inferno
Sikker than bird flu
Bitch I just served you

Karate Chop and body any beat
Who wanna fuck with me
I gotta be and oughta be
The sickest in the galaxy
Full of shit I call you a calaustemy
You bother me
Now shut the fuck up while I gadownrner cheese I'm on my odyssey

I get the booty bouncing up and just like a Wallabe
cnd all these mf just some wanna bes
They wanna be me
Talking shit they breathe stink
They don't wanna be kings
They would rather be asleep
So I wake a fucker up

cwwww

Oh lord

Your flow is extinct like a dinosaurs
I like lettuce and cheese I'm a omnivore
Your girl likes meat she a carnivore
Welcome to my mf carnival
Indy Heat records we can swallow swords
Setting sail from the harbor of course
They be Sticking to the ship like some barnacles

Bitch lick my testicles
You couldn't see me with your spectacles
I'm a mf spectacle

Now Take this dick and respect the flow
Bow down to the duke of the decibels
Downtown with the truth inaccessible
Right now I'm with your boo and it's sexual

They say I lost my sanity
But it ain't nothing but a little of vanity

I don't really fuck wit you cuz you lame to me
X2

I do this for my family
cnd for every motherfucker whose comparing me
To a bitch ass rapper that ain't shit
You a bitch ass rapper that ain't on shit

Take it up the pass where the haters stay cautious
You a bitch ass rapper that ain't on shit
You a kiss ass imma mayor on it
You be getting all bent about honor

Do me dirty in the dark
Don't know a thing about honor
Thirty two in the stock with a beanie and Fanta
I put my weenie in your mama
Maybe not bet she'd ride me like tonto

Ohh

I'm swagging
Idk you
But you know I'm mick jaggin
Dance with the devil
But I heard that pussy lacking
If I ever need a hand you can put it on my khakis

Hit a looking ass rapper with the mass assertive action
Your a passive serpent merchant
Imma pertinent master wordsmith
Wipe that smirk of your dirt eater
Go deeper
Hit a detour
Wound up in a bird feeder
Do you wanna rock?
Do you wanna get stoned?
Lemme grab my guitar
Lemme get a sack to blow
Lemme get it past the do
Money bag threshold
This my flesh and soul
This the next best flow

Written by:
Jonathan Paulson

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