The King's Curse

(专辑： Heavy Lies The Crown - 2014)

Hey this fucking guy I tell this fucking guy
You got a fucking problem with me you got a fucking problem with my whole fucking fam, I'll smack the fucking taste out of your mouth

[Vinnie Paz:]
Yeah
Listen, Hell is hot and Satan there
Motherfuckers looking for your body like Malaysia Air
Halal dishes ain't no muh'fucking bacon here
I been sonning muh'fuckas since they had prenatal care
I called a lot of you rappers but don't answer
The coke put a hole in your throat like throat cancer
If you ain't trying to get hurt, then don't tamper
How you gonna shoot the gift with no Santa (Ho ho ho bitch)
How you gonna talk shit when you ain't real at all
I ain't have to smack your man up but he was still involved
Chainsaw, line em up, I will kill em all
Fill em all with a bunch of hollow tips, still halal

[Celph Titled:]
A pop chart to me (is what?)
Is just a graph to show how many times I blast to keep track of my armory (for real)
Tread these waters face a barricade of barracudas (grr)
Do I have to paraphrase for you lame excuses?
I just aim and shoot it
Cause the game's polluted
And you can die for just listening
This is dangerous music (yesss)
How you figure that?
Thinking you can phase a brother (no)
Do your Swiss army knife have a laser cutter? (no)
Or a surgeon scalpel
Lethal injection syringe and nine other types of blades that will disembowel
So when you see me dipping bullets in Anthrax
I'm making sure these things kill when I'm pulling the hammer back

[Planetary:]
As we march to the gates, salute the OGs
As we walk in the place, drop to your knees
Bow down to the kings, Pharaohs taking over
It's an every day thing, calling all soldiers
[x2]

[Apathy:]
Ever since Kane came with the shaved eyebrows
My styles increased exponentially, this rap shit's my house
Them rappers talking bout me better be Audi five thous'
Cause my pals slice up and light up suckers like White Owls
A white out, equivalent to blizzards on Hoth
If you ain't slept in a Tauntaun you bitches is soft
I be getting whores off who resemble Lara Croft
Eat the flesh off the bodies, save the bones for the broth
Leave you frozen in frost, all your toes will fall off
I'm the Chosen; the boss who stay exposing the frauds
Hard as Wolverine's bones Ap's loading the claws
Your bones buried in the backyard by Logan the dog

[Esoteric:]
It's time for you to move on
Yo fuck your Instagram and fuck your new song
Buy a Ghost Writer get a Groupon
And sell the bars to corny rappers who can put your group on
I'm here with Jedi Mind, I'm on the same shit that Luke on
That shit you serving up? That's the shit I puke on
I grind in a lab, you quit
Cause Jimmy Fallon and the Roots on
Yo 7L, keep the loop on
Shoot through your trachea like Napier at UConn
Leave your crew gone
Got your bitch saying that I'm too strong on a futon
She Stark naked like Tony without the suit on
Like Akinyele is the bomb but it's neutron
Leave your sweats Burgundy man, so you the new Ron

[Planetary:]
As we march to the gates, salute the OGs
As we walk in the place, drop to your knees
Bow down to the kings, Pharaohs taking over
It's an every day thing, calling all soldiers