[Verse 1: K.I.N.G. Rob]
I got a catastrophic black katana
Slashing action on piranha
Swing it fast have buildings dropping
Have your head my weapon's sharper
All this from the palm of a demonic god father
I'll depart your hardest bars no oxygen's hard for talking
And talking sh** is a hobby for bodies that's doing nothing
All this darkness in my chakras
Never bothered by your comments
Always on an operation
Always on my solid snake sh**
Metal gear type of armor
Striking horror across the nation
Samurai Raiden slicing what I'm writing ain't the same as
Half these liars Ya'll admiring. Fakest sh** up in ya playlist
I'd much rather stay dead than have me play dead
I'll take it way back
b**h I'm slaying like the way of the ancients
But who's playing I'll say it plain just to make it simple
I reign as K.I.N.G. Rob: a god amongst these people
The borderline between the sheeple and the lords
Is about as thick as these ignorant n***as' skulls