Shaolin_Chef - Three Kings lyrics

[Verse One - Married To The Game] These are my f**ing raps, made with my blood, sweat, and tears You send your little lackeys to fight your battles because you fear Us, we're unstoppable beasts, go back to raping ALLCaps Already ended his career, been there and done that I was sent here to k** to protect my brethren And now that I'm here, you've already lost sooner than Anyone in your posse, and they're all trash too, it must be why those f**ers are family to you Exactly like 50, I told you not to push me But you did, so now you bout' to face the wrath of my team You claim you're a chef, but your food gives us diseases Your bars are cancerous, you must copy them from a notepad from Canibus I'm Jack the Ripper while you're Rip The Jacker You jack off to ALLCaps, get the hell outta here, cracker You live off your parent's smackers yet you call yourself a street rapper I came from a poor environment, while you used your parents millions, you slacker Tryna be a lyrical miracle when you aren't a worthy individual Time for the rest of our team to pull the plug on your career, your health condition's critical [Verse Two - Tha Hip Hop Head] Yo, messing with the Assa**in is a grave mistake Team Shaolin will be howlin' when I graze your face With the razor blade, in my mouth you leave great distaste It's hard to not retaliate when you're married to the game Rapping with MarriedToTheGame, making you wish you're sorry You diss them, I diss you, you're outdated like ‘84 Atari I slam ALLCAPS skullcap into the hood of a torn 'Rari Then sit back, grip gats, and smoke green like parsley Young Toronto, don't think I forgot about you Nothing but love my brotha, let the message seep through I creep through the hood, a shot hit where I stood But I brushed it off, then thought about signing to G.O.O.D I'll hit you from the west, then run off to the East My name isn't Terrence, but I push a ton of keys I'm more fine then Desiigner, I expose your whole steeze Then I sit in Bahamas, feeling a nice gold breeze [Verse Three - JC Assa**in] This is facts, ALLCAPS a racist Real facts, Shaolin a rapist They whole team in our basis But they rhymes too abrasive Disappear without a trace Shaolin stay in your place I been running to the home plate n***as couldn't make it to first base Tell allcaps keep it lowercase f**ing poker face look like Norman Bates You gonna need a tabernacle Slave runners free from the shackles Aight, this really a battle We been dropping y'all fragile Nina chopping back when i wasn't popping Young TO drop now everybody dropping Rappers double-crossing put them in a coffin Do it really often, shaolin forgotten f** the score, ALLCAPS a goblin I'm a f**ing problem, got the team sobbing Got his head throbbing this is uncommon I'm a devil falling from a Guetamalan ALLCAPS acting really suspect They be upset till the sunset So we protest, rappers unkept Took one sec and I intercept Yeah we accepted, all elected, y'all regret it We impressive, disconnected, y'all skeptic Really tempted to get my flows perfected So deceptive, demented, your flow molested Target detected, disrespected, just recgonize Unidentified, alien rhymes getting specialized!