Rez Proph - King Slayer lyrics

Sample from Bernie Mac: Tired of this sh** (Laughter) I ain't scared of you motherf*ckers Rez: Ok! Alright! Ok! Alright! Heavy is the head! Thulz! Uh! Jaime Lannister things player/ Plainly candid, the king slayer/ Brain be branded the bling layer/ I drop j**els, do my thing player/ They hear your sh** and they cringe player/ Blame these standards I bring player/ Blame each fan that I win hater/ Gave me stamina since player/ Name me damager sting like a bee How I mainly manage my swing player/ Shame these amateurs grim player/ Cause I plainly banish their grins player/ Paint each canvas a hymn player/ So pay me damn it I'm him player/ Namely grandest of things player/ So tell your mothers to bring prayer/ New flow with an old appeal /cruise through those with a hova feel/murder you all 'till Thulz tell me -- [Thulz] chill rez that's Over k**/ I'm in a state where I'm fighting for/ My inner faith for my writing scores/ A grimmer fate seems likely if I don't Disintegrate all my writing flaws/ Got a dinner date with a has been a great/i'm finna take what my pads generate/and bring a plate for the lad and gladly, let him taste what I plan to serve to you f**s/ Cause I heard you bust/ And I urge you to hush/cause my words do crush/ any wack rapper's self-esteem,so f** you fools and the birds you f**/ Dumb broads/ Captain of rap who be packing the facts when I'm rapping a track/ When I'm crafting a track I'm pa**ionate cat and I'm back with fashionate act/ Drafting a plan of attack for your crap and the fact that I'm trapped in a trap/ Where immaculate raps are at the back of the pack and the wackest are grabbing the plaques/ I'm rapping I'm rapping i'm rapping I rap and I'm body bagging the raps/ At this rate I could just let the beat play and let you imagine the raps/ So Whoever's hot right now and thinks his glory days are stretched/ Tell him I owe him a visit and a Lannister always pays his debts/ Hook These rappers talk crowns but I'd rather talk fear, villain like candy man, say my name and I'll appear Ok you Popping bottles of goose/ My honey with you getting loose/ She doing this, she doing that But n***a where's all the proof? Oh yeah but it's godly right? Even though you dudes is hardly tight/ sh**tin on you with your own god damn flow, so you know that I body hype/ Then toss it back like take your sh** yo that's some useless crap/ I'm from an era of bear bone beats and ruthless raps/ I'm from an era where poems speak with truth and facts/ Tell these new n***as head home b, the futures back/ Sample from Kevin Hart: Ey! I'm f*cken k**ing yall man, get the fire on these b**hes one time