New York (King Krule Rework) lyrics

I'm running, running through the jungle
Running like a slave through the underground tunnel
Told you all n*ggas better get these b*tches
Cause I spit till my lips need 16 stitches
I am, lyrical intrusion
You b*tches can't see me like I'm really an illusion
I hop upon your face and do my motherf*cking tooth that
Till I know the meat out like a motherf*cking toothpick
Ah, I'm nasty n*gga, like Nas like kim, like Cassie b*tches
Like I'm f*cking Chris dope or that raspy n*gga
Or the skin on the feet of a ashy n*gga
I am, whatever they say I am
Bumping like the asses on them thick b*tches at stadiums
f*ck them other b*tches I sound better in the place of them
I kill this sh*t this the motherf*cking raping
Sick b*tch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from oversea like a motherf*cking crusade
Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts
Rooftop Brooklyn, made the sh*t and cover
I run New York, I run New York
I am 0 past a hundred, spitting like a dragon
That wnt missing from a dungeon
Y'all a bunch of n*ggas getting trippy off of nothing
Tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a bungee
I'm satan, and I'ma take your ass to church now
Running my fields and you midgets on your first down
I love it, when these b*tches know I'm better than them
Cause I don't hear, not a word or a letter from them
I'm a fire, enemies of the force round
b*tches and I rap, elliptical, all it's round
b*tches and a condo, I sit with an open mouth
b*tches and you b*tches are lyrically
Like some f*cking down syndrome, no offence
No shame in all, but y'all b*tches on knees like baby claws
You can catch me out in Cover, chilling like a stoop kid
Yeah hate don't talk b*tch do
Sick b*tch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from oversea like a motherf*cking crusade
Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts
Rooftop Brooklyn, made the sh*t and cover
I run New York, I run New York
I'm lyrical coming on general
Take shots when I was a criminal
Don't stop, continue on running around
But never... some of the sh*t that I'm fin to do
Y'all... that I'm giving you
If you front, I'm gonn put and end to you
I'm like scorpion, b*tch I will finish you
Making nasty, real, real nasty
Way you b*tches running like you will get past me
Won't happen you b*tches could get on, when I'm off it
Try to cross me now, you be gone in a coffin
It's just me, myself and I
Talk tough sh*t and I'ma beat you till you die
Ask why, because I'm better than you'll ever be
That's why sh*t negotiate seems lighter than heavy d
Sick b*tch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from oversea like a motherf*cking crusade
Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts
Rooftop Brooklyn, made the sh*t and cover
I run New York, I run New York