KXNG - KXNG Crooked

Yeah take a look at me and see a titan on the throne

Me and my niggas we keep a bad bitch, bitin' on the bone

Hold up though, what you little niggas 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 shit, a Jedi warrior

Yet I warn you, I’ma be keeping one eye on you like an insomniac nigga 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 suckin' the dick

Whose pussy is this?

Man, I don’t even needa ask

But that’s as far as I’ma go though

I’ma let you freaky niggas part of black Twitter eat her ass

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

K X N G though

The X is a Roman numeral

For ten, I’m ten times better than I’ve ever been

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?

I’m a motherfucking king

All hail, you can hate on me and I’ma wish ya’ll 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

I don’t understand the mentality of niggas 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 fuck with the family

Nigga 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

glass 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 jewelry and fast cars

I’d rather fill this room full of hoes

Chill and forget about twelve of my last bars

K X N G though

The X is a Roman numeral

For ten, I’m ten times better than I’ve ever been

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 Is a Mutha

Motherfuckers that’s one thousand