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King Ronin Da Scholar

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I'm out here pluckin' ya strings like guitar picks
Hendrix on my watchtower shit, feelin' car sick cus
Bird box wit' a blindfold whippin' 90 on the
I, I be throwin' dust where the cops sit
When I dick around, I'm all up in ya mouth
All up in ya house, get the Miriam Karlin
Y'all can get that Clockwork Orange
Droogs put you in a coffin
Catch me while I'm bossin', E coli how I talk shit
Zombies how I view y'all as targets
Mean I'm gunnin' for ya noggin, like Bowling
Green, I think I'm Kelly on that Con shit
Alt bitches, bringin' me back to Oahu with them torches
March in Charlottes, pardonin' Charleston
Thinkin' if all that happened in Ogden
Black and white homies would unite to get it poppin'
Confident, cocky, Imma Hammurabi
One man firing squad wit the shotty
Don't need a drip like Lochte to be stuntin' like Papi
Jack from the Shining how I'm so frosty
Confident, cocky, Imma Hammurabi
One man firing squad wit the shotty
Don't need a drip like Lochte to be stuntin' like Papi
Jack from the Shining how I'm so frosty
I run this, run this martial law
I run this, run this, martial law
I run this, run this, martial law
I run this shit like martial law
Pardon me, Imma waltz on the scene
Dance on bitches with a shimmy, ODB
Get dropped and beat like it's EDM and I
Give ya girl my kids like its CPS. Take
Drugs, f*ck school, bet I'm droppin' out soon
It ain't a fuckin' trade when I say cop a tool
Blow a load on the brass, like didgeridoo
Might be lyin' to my mom wit' "talk to you soon"
You can call this shit debaucherous or whatever ya conscious says I'm
Still pickin' on ya bitches more than a locksmith
In a room full of safety deposits with the
Promise there's gold bars in all of 'em, Fort Knox shit
Then we knocks on ya door if ya bracket is right
Get up in ya face, Full Metal Jacket type
Private Pyle ya head by goodnight
And move on to ya neighbors like its nothin', do it twice
Frustrated, my stomach achin', I hate it
I think it's 'bout time that my people passed the plates and if it
Ain't happenin' willfully, we show you how we really feel
We hear a bounty on ya head, we'll collect that multi mill
Cantankerous band of hellions, we show what anger is
Twelve tailin', predicated on how they hate this shit
Maybe my brains'll get that JFK
But not way before I get my payday straight
Confident, cocky, Imma Hammurabi
One man firing squad wit the shotty
Don't need a drip like Lochte to be stuntin' like Papi
Jack from the Shining how I'm so frosty
Confident, cocky, Imma Hammurabi
One man firing squad wit the shotty
Don't need a drip like Lochte to be stuntin' like Papi
Jack from the Shining how I'm so frosty
I run this, run this martial law
I run this, run this, martial law
I run this, run this, martial law
I run this shit like martial law

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