[Intro: Leeon and HCP]
Get the fan, get the fan
You're on
Awww, we lost that dope-a** intro with Erik
Shut, the f** up Erik
[Verse 1: HCP]
Sit down, I'm the motherf**ing king
Weed so loud it's making my ears ring
f** you b**h, ya you're stunting
I had a f**ing dream like Martin Luther King
Hand me a fatty, and watch me rip this
Hand me a track and watch me spit this
sh**'s lit, motherf**ing vicious, this sh**'s the motherf**ing business, 300 mistress
Broke me out of prison
You know, the god has f**ing risen
I know you're dead, cause b**h I'm the mortician
Transition with precision
Infinite ammunition
Devastating demolition
Count the dead rappers and report to the statistician
Hard like long division
You weak like malnutrition
I have a proposition
Just sit the f** down
But not on my throne cause I have the f**ing crown
Placed on my head like that sh** your b**h gave me
20 minutes later she looked like she got rabies
Got my strap on, so you're dancing on daisies
Firepower like the motherf**ing navy, purple hazy, got me feeling crazy
And f** Tom Brady
That motherf**er's shady
But he's the one rolling Mercedes
Trynna get rich
Gettin' gold like a gate bridge
f** with yay but less than Stitches
Penthouses in Miami
Girls with no panties
And they all think I'm fancy, like Bruce Wayne
But I'm not a vigilante
f** the reds, and Cincinnati, come at me
But I'm low-key strapped G
They call me "The Baddest MC", on a k**ing spree
The future I for see
Most think my lines are pretty gutsy
But I know, I got that top seat
Shaking this sh** up f**ing Yahtzee
I won the spelling bee:
You got HIV
I got a P.h.D
Chilling DMZ
2400 on my SAT
k**ing like the KGB
And f** the GOP