Potluck - Down with the Krown lyrics

UnderRated: We signed to the label cause Ivory and Zinger We never knew Brad D-Loc or Richter Respected the hustle cause they made it big But they treated the people around em like sh** Pak and Richter were cool Tax and Lou they came around too But everyone else is as fake as their props Your suing the label because ya fell off And just to be honest the music is garbage Your lucky to have a career Nobody's checking for Kottonmouth Kings but look The mighty Dirtball has appeared He came to save the day Bringing em back with a magic verse But he joined the band and ruined it all Just when you think it can't get any worse The truth hurts on top of that you guys are f**ing racist Writing about slave owners on Facebook Thats how people get slapped tasteless Your lucky I'm hippy dude Cause that was some f**ed up sh** to do Thinking we started the beef with the video No thats not even close to true Tried to get along for years all they did was disrespect Talk sh** behind our back f**ed up our biz they saw us as a threat Hating cause your insecure And your record sales are dropping While the fat lady sings I'm hammering nails in your coffin 1 Ton: I don't video blog or get gangsta on the Internet I just write a song and make U b**hes look like idiots I rap it how I live it something you ain't neva seen before I'm reppin that real sh**, U Chris Rock in CB4 How u call us posers when you a phony smoker? On the road for 3 months and not once hit the Dosia You forgot I know ya learned to smoke from a cop Your old a** is 49 pretending to smoke pot Ya plants is all plastic an they matching with ya image Ya Hippycrit ba*tard ya rap career is finished You must be delirious ya really got some nerves Ya side kicks Hillarious a Loc from the burbs His rap is so horrendous that he's always scared to flow He turned down tommy lee he's missing out on hella dough Pacin back and forth, scared to bust a rap He knows his flows is trash and everybody thinks he's wack Ya engineer deserves a raise for all the cut and paste And why was Richter always rappin lyrics you forgot on stage Retire, Walk Away u a fraud and a fake You not a king you a customer Get the f** up out my face I can flow for days about your ho a** ways And tell the world how u was hatin but its time to turn the page I'll Neva be a slave my fist ill fatten up ya lips U only wish u had the sk**s to write a rap as good as this