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The Throne

 

The Throne

(アルバム: Made In America - 2017)


Been waiting now for far too long
We ain't waiting no more we just kicking down doors
And I'm here to take what's rightfuly mine
Took the keys to the game, 'bout to change the whole thing
And we come in for the throne and you know it's gone
And we can go to war but you don't want that
Step away son while you still have your pride
It's a hard pill to swallow all you do is come holler

We shooting at you like there ain't no tomorrow
Throw 'em in the box, in the dirt, in the ground
It's Church, RIP with his face on the shirt
Ask questions last and always shoot first
Shoot first or you're dead
The size of these bullets will take off your head
Knock out your soul
You can lay there but I gotta go
Leave 'em right there on the side of the road, adios

You couldn't walk not a single day in my shoes
It's a hell of a path, I've been to hell and back
You know it took [?], you can take them for the birds
Talk shit, get shot, we'll feed 'em to the pigs
What a last of a dying breed ooh-oh-oh
It's a God damn shame in the world these days
Built from the ground up and get used to my feet
Tell me how's the view from under my boot?

Middle finger to the game, screaming how do you love it
Eating up the competition and boy it is scrumptious
Got the heart of a lion, got the seed of a pumpkin
Raise hell, eat you crackers for lunch like it's nothing
Bad mamma jamma from Indiana with bandanas
Last [?] Jack Daniels, dressed in all black
On your head like a toupee, cooking souffle
Sick with the verse, dominating flow when I spit bars

Been waiting now for far too long
We ain't waiting no more we just kicking down doors
And I'm here to take what's rightfuly mine
Took the keys to the game, 'bout to change the whole thing
And we come in for the throne and you know it's gone
And we can go to war but you don't want that
Step away son while you still have your pride
It's a hard pill to swallow all you do is come holler

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