Lyrics:
Song Mad King

oh man with the gun in hand I leave your blood squirting No offense, I'll put your face on the chest Of a sweatshirt drawn by shirt kings I been fucking

in order and fine But the hour was late and my room was a state And I realized that song I would never create And so this is a song I discovered instead The song

it Red light stop, make it drop for the *** Got a ***, *** your head off wit' it Anything you hear that I said, I meant it King got the crown then sped

it Red light stop, make it drop for the *** Got a ***, *** your head off wit' it Anything you hear that I said, I meant it King got the crown then sped

You slash it Refresh it Reload it You want it fresh Got no diamond rings But a song to sing Just to make you fly Beggar or a king G-string is looking

on Actually I get hummed on hos tongues be on my dong-dong Gevity, long and at night and in the morn Lunatic five strong king kong's are writin' songs

on the six-five with the hand on the pump song Don't even fuck with these Southland grandes We the vatos that run on Los Angeles Call me mad dog, if

goes on Verse 2 Here come the west coasters, wylin out loco. My eyeballs bleed from the weed I been smokin. Keep walking son, I keep the song hostile Mad

nose clean is my neighbourhood just a smoke screen I think Im in the (?) I see lo green sons raised by bo queens but there's no kings (no kings, no kings