The king of the ring heres the empire
Callin plays every pitch like an umpire
I wont quit for a soul i cant retire
All gas butane torch the lighter
Coolin wit some bears this the north pole
Smokin logs tree branches a stomp rolled
Buiscotti wit teriyaki that wax drip
Whitney rocks dwn the snout feel the coke drip
In the booth makin the room spin like a beyblade
Me and the mic go hand and hand i have a field day
Who am i the 1st round draft pick
Jason kidd 94 mavericks
Houdini i got the magic
The bars dropped start to pop Orville redenbocker
Show these hands to the world Sock EmBop Em
Lace the track like stitches call me the doctor
The king of the ring heres the empire
Callin plays every pitch like an umpire
I wont quit for a soul i cant retire
All gas butane torch the lighter
The king of the ring heres the empire
Callin plays every pitch like an umpire
I wont quit for a soul i cant retire
All gas butane torch the lighter
Whippin up these bars like a sous chef
Fouled out i put em on the bench call me the ref
Bolt the track when screws loose i become a wrench
Tighten up that song revive it with a fresh breath
Got that octane pure carbon
Why the hating when your garbage
Just call me the trash man
Put yo music in the bag into a trash can
Haul it off its been can
The truth it always hurt but hell yo shit sad
Runnin circles round yo ass DC Flash
Im not driven by fancy cars and hella ass
Im bout bars makin tracks and countin cash
The king of the ring heres the empire
Callin plays every pitch like an umpire
I wont quit for a soul i cant retire
All gas butane torch the lighter
The king of the ring heres the empire
Callin plays every pitch like an umpire
I wont quit for a soul i cant retire
All gas butane torch the lighter
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The king of the ring heres the empire
Callin plays every pitch like an umpire
I wont quit for a soul i cant retire
All gas butane torch the lighter
Coolin wit some bears this the north pole
Smokin logs tree branches a stomp rolled
Buiscotti wit teriyaki that wax drip
Whitney rocks dwn the snout feel the coke drip
In the booth makin the room spin like a beyblade
Me and the mic go hand and hand i have a field day
Who am i the 1st round draft pick
Jason kidd 94 mavericks
Houdini i got the magic
The bars dropped start to pop Orville redenbocker
Show these hands to the world Sock EmBop Em
Lace the track like stitches call me the doctor
The king of the ring heres the empire
Callin plays every pitch like an umpire
I wont quit for a soul i cant retire
All gas butane torch the lighter
The king of the ring heres the empire
Callin plays every pitch like an umpire
I wont quit for a soul i cant retire
All gas butane torch the lighter
Whippin up these bars like a sous chef
Fouled out i put em on the bench call me the ref
Bolt the track when screws loose i become a wrench
Tighten up that song revive it with a fresh breath
Got that octane pure carbon
Why the hating when your garbage
Just call me the trash man
Put yo music in the bag into a trash can
Haul it off its been can
The truth it always hurt but hell yo shit sad
Runnin circles round yo ass DC Flash
Im not driven by fancy cars and hella ass
Im bout bars makin tracks and countin cash
The king of the ring heres the empire
Callin plays every pitch like an umpire
I wont quit for a soul i cant retire
All gas butane torch the lighter
The king of the ring heres the empire
Callin plays every pitch like an umpire
I wont quit for a soul i cant retire
All gas butane torch the lighter
Callin plays every pitch like an umpire
I wont quit for a soul i cant retire
All gas butane torch the lighter
Coolin wit some bears this the north pole
Smokin logs tree branches a stomp rolled
Buiscotti wit teriyaki that wax drip
Whitney rocks dwn the snout feel the coke drip
In the booth makin the room spin like a beyblade
Me and the mic go hand and hand i have a field day
Who am i the 1st round draft pick
Jason kidd 94 mavericks
Houdini i got the magic
The bars dropped start to pop Orville redenbocker
Show these hands to the world Sock EmBop Em
Lace the track like stitches call me the doctor
The king of the ring heres the empire
Callin plays every pitch like an umpire
I wont quit for a soul i cant retire
All gas butane torch the lighter
The king of the ring heres the empire
Callin plays every pitch like an umpire
I wont quit for a soul i cant retire
All gas butane torch the lighter
Whippin up these bars like a sous chef
Fouled out i put em on the bench call me the ref
Bolt the track when screws loose i become a wrench
Tighten up that song revive it with a fresh breath
Got that octane pure carbon
Why the hating when your garbage
Just call me the trash man
Put yo music in the bag into a trash can
Haul it off its been can
The truth it always hurt but hell yo shit sad
Runnin circles round yo ass DC Flash
Im not driven by fancy cars and hella ass
Im bout bars makin tracks and countin cash
The king of the ring heres the empire
Callin plays every pitch like an umpire
I wont quit for a soul i cant retire
All gas butane torch the lighter
The king of the ring heres the empire
Callin plays every pitch like an umpire
I wont quit for a soul i cant retire
All gas butane torch the lighter
Writer: Kenard Burton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid