KXNG Crooked - Bonus 1 lyrics

[Verse 1: KXNG Crooked] Yeah take a look at me and see a titan on the throne Me and my n***as we keep a bad b**h, bitin' on the bone Hold up though, what you little n***as out here writin' on the song Hella pathetic with telekinetics start thinking with the lines then pen's writing on it's own The Jedi order, I mastered this sh**, a Jedi warrior Yet I warn you, I'ma be keeping one eye on you like an insomniac n***a with a dead eye How much you wanna bet I hoard the illest chicks alive I had a dream I was playing footsies with a girlfriend tootsies So I walk up out the bed I order A ticket for Florida She a red-eye border now I'm rubbin' the clit she s**in' the dick Whose p**y is this? Man, I don't even needa ask But that's as far as I'ma go though I'ma let you freaky n***as part of black Twitter eat her a** I'm gettin' back to the grind Probably thought I went to Kinko's just to send you this song So many facts in the rhymes, Crooked I's back in his prime But nowadays they call me the king [Chorus: KXNG Crooked] K X N G though The X is a Roman numeral For ten, I'm ten times better than I've ever been [Bridge 1: KXNG Crooked] Six is an embryo Even before then, the Greek historian Heroditus He let history know The face of the sphinx, the drawing on the pyramids walls, was all of this negro? [Verse 2: KXNG Crooked] I'm a motherf**ing king All hail, you can hate on me and I'ma wish yall well 'Cause on the stairway to heaven I saw hell Did it all with my C.O.B. cartel The way I be rockin' bells, I should call L And I don't want problems at all But if the beef poppin' the streets we would start beat boxing [b-tuh-tuh b-tuh tuh b-tuh tuh brah-zell] I don't understand the mentality of n***as who want to randomly challenge me in abandoned reality All the manic and mad in me 'cause I won't hand them a salary Demanding me to give them what's mine You outta your mind, thinking you could f** with the family n***a that has to be insanity You understanding me, I'm Amityville mixed with Mr. Hannibal Lecter packing a hammer to shatter you Get it poppin' like [Shabadoo?] Get your wig peeled get your face on the windshield gotta grab you off the gla** like an alley-oop Do the shin burn rubber in the Caddy-Coup Cali boys, we don't like you rap stars But we do like j**elry and fast cars I'd rather fill this room full of hoes Chill and forget about twelve of my last bars [Chorus: KXNG Crooked] K X N G though The X is a Roman numeral For ten, I'm ten times better than I've ever been [Bridge 2: KXNG Crooked] In a room full of rappers I be the elephant Hellephant in the room 'cause nobody wanna mention that I been one of the best on the west Since I touched down on Kurupt's album Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha Motherf**ers that's one thousand