King lyrics

[Intro: Kerser & Nebs]
Yeah
Kerser
We had to give them some f*cking sh*t on this bruz
Nebs
sh*t
Hahaha
Yea
Kill kill kill

[Verse 1: Nebs]
Let's go yo
N-E-B, Kers one, we be killing sh*t
And you know it's going down when I'm in this b*tch
Twenty b*tches at the door better bring 'em in
'Cause I give it to 'em raw when I stick it in
Got the neighbours next door f*cking sick of us
If the coppers get called I don't give a sh*t
Bruz I got beats galore are you listening?
Talk sh*t hit the floor when I hit your chin
It's my duty I'm a beast with this epic rhythms
You're like Beauty and the Geek with pathetic lyrics
And I'm Reggie Mite pick getting better with it
And your sh*t is so weak you should've never spit it
Your p*ss weak f*cking album should've never did it
That's why your b*tch is telling me to come and hit it
So if you're clicking on RedTube and see your missus
You know that motherf*cking NEBS did it
Another album for the haters fourth time around
Guaranteed the underground classic when I wrote it down
Every night I'm out, get inside your house
Any beam looking for the cash and them I'm out
But before I go, I'm laying on the couch
Sent you a pic of my di*k in your b*tch's mouth
So you know what NEBS about
Get money get pus*y, check it out
We keep it fresh you keeping it old
Your style's lukewarm mine's freezing cold
It's like a (pair inductor?) paracetamol
You best to keep your mouth closed take a seat you mole
Like (Kazza el Mazza?) I'm kicking goals
And you're just straight f*cking licking holes
I'm living proof of the king of the booth
So just like B.I.G. gimme the loot gimme the loot
[Hook: Kerser & Nebs]
When it comes to this rap sh*t I'm the king
When it comes to these beats b*tch I'm the king
When you're earning from this rap sh*t I'm the king
And that's why your missus is on my di*k
When it comes to this rap sh*t I'm the king
When it comes to these beats b*tch I'm the king
When it comes to these shows bruh I'm the king
And that's why you little gronks ain't (having our sh*t?)

[Verse 2: Kerser]
You talk a lot of this
You talk a lot of that
You talk a lot of sh*t
It's awful when you rap
You was talking sh*t and we got your address
And my boys took it personal watch what you said
Now I'm sitting at your house smoking pot off my head
And my boy took a shot you got popped in your leg
Aw sh*t
The atmosphere
Kers one your f*cking favourite rappers here
Slap the sh*t out the rest of them
Then I blame the drugs and adrenaline
Never in my life have I seen them bite
So much of me I'm barely alive sh*t
Someone tell them that they gotta stop with that
Otherwise they're gonna get got for that
You tryin' to keep up but I lost you lad
Admitting that you bite so it's not as bad
Let's go
On my way to a million
You can say it I'm brilliant
I ain't listen to you
'Cause last year I made a killing what's a figure to you?
Blowing up in the scene gonna see me fail
I ain't listen to them what you mean they bail?
Before we got there man and talk sh*t on the net
But when they see us all they do is give us respect
I've had enough of this sh*t we far ahead
Twenty Ks for beats if you asking NEBS
I ain't even start the f*cking label yet
Take my word I'll be paid to death
Organise crime yeah I know some c*nts
That'll knock you out just for toking up
[Hook: Kerser & Nebs]
When it comes to this rap sh*t I'm the king
When it comes to these beats b*tch I'm the king
When you're earning from this rap sh*t I'm the king
And that's why your missus is on my di*k
When it comes to this rap sh*t I'm the king
When it comes to these beats b*tch I'm the king
When it comes to these shows bruh I'm the king
And that's why you little gronks ain't (having our sh*t?)