Angel Haze - New York (King Krule Rework) lyrics

I'm running, running through the jungle Running like a slave through the underground tunnel Told you all n***as better get these b**hes Cause I spit till my lips need 16 stitches I am, lyrical intrusion You b**hes can't see me like I'm really an illusion I hop upon your face and do my motherf**ing tooth that Till I know the meat out like a motherf**ing toothpick Ah, I'm nasty n***a, like Nas like kim, like Ca**ie b**hes Like I'm f**ing Chris dope or that raspy n***a Or the skin on the feet of a ashy n***a I am, whatever they say I am Bumping like the a**es on them thick b**hes at stadiums f** them other b**hes I sound better in the place of them I k** this sh** this the motherf**ing raping Sick b**h, chicken noodle soup face Calls from oversea like a motherf**ing crusade Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts Rooftop Brooklyn, made the sh** and cover I run New York, I run New York I am 0 past a hundred, spitting like a dragon That wnt missing from a dungeon Y'all a bunch of n***as getting trippy off of nothing Tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a bungee I'm satan, and I'ma take your a** to church now Running my fields and you midgets on your first down I love it, when these b**hes know I'm better than them Cause I don't hear, not a word or a letter from them I'm a fire, enemies of the force round b**hes and I rap, elliptical, all it's round b**hes and a condo, I sit with an open mouth b**hes and you b**hes are lyrically Like some f**ing down syndrome, no offence No shame in all, but y'all b**hes on knees like baby claws You can catch me out in Cover, chilling like a stoop kid Yeah hate don't talk b**h do Sick b**h, chicken noodle soup face Calls from oversea like a motherf**ing crusade Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts Rooftop Brooklyn, made the sh** and cover I run New York, I run New York I'm lyrical coming on general Take shots when I was a criminal Don't stop, continue on running around But never... some of the sh** that I'm fin to do Y'all... that I'm giving you If you front, I'm gonn put and end to you I'm like scorpion, b**h I will finish you Making nasty, real, real nasty Way you b**hes running like you will get past me Won't happen you b**hes could get on, when I'm off it Try to cross me now, you be gone in a coffin It's just me, myself and I Talk tough sh** and I'ma beat you till you die Ask why, because I'm better than you'll ever be That's why sh** negotiate seems lighter than heavy d Sick b**h, chicken noodle soup face Calls from oversea like a motherf**ing crusade Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts Rooftop Brooklyn, made the sh** and cover I run New York, I run New York