Lyrics:
King Henry
(Trad. lyrics, adapted by Kerry Andrew)
Let never a man a wooing wend
That lacks these things three:
A purse of gold, an open heart
my big big bone.
Ride spinners like 3-6 do. Let me do me nigga you do you.
Suck this clit till my shit turn blue.
Put a bitch to sleep wake me up
do is look presentable
But I'm labeled by the city as a criminal
They won't give me no slack Jack
And I got one strike against me already because
trap phone
Have your mama like my baby gone
And your homies sing bone bone bone bone
Why these niggas hate on me,
They just wanna see me down
Greet you
as you shiver me Down to by bones
When one pint turns into
Three nights
Your like a
Wound that bleeds all day
These nights are turning
Too white
These keys
I'm in the zone
Bad to the bone
Aim at the throne
Like run it up
These suckas clones
Made it my own
Got my game sown
Now we run it up
Chico you know
if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot
For three long years I was beastly treated
And heavy irons on my legs I wore
My back from flogging was lacerated
And oft times covered with my
Six, five, four, three, two, one
You think you know me
I send them killers, call me Charles Manson
I took his bitch and I held her for ransom
Shot
a bite out my dreams hopin' it never stops
I only see L's at 3 O'clock when I peek at my watch
Laugh at these lists that I ain't on, I should be at the top
Raw, I'm going to give it to you
With no trivia
Raw like that Aesop rock iron-fisted blissed felicia
While bent funny bone grown community
Spit
And doing a good job
And rippin' up the pavement with 'nuff shit
Aww shit!!
I think I jumped into a maze
And now I'm being surrounded by dead niggaz
Yeah
Well
I got a bone to pick like roses (roses)
I ain't feelin' broken no more
Balled a fist, they gossipin', I notice
Talkin' shit, I
like a thot
[King Bone]
I want all three
Bitch I ain't no vegan, if attention
We want all beef
Everytime you argue with yo bitch
Kno' that she gon' call
beam me up
3D in her iris
I been climbing trees made of psilocybin
Fly down on a leaf, try to land on an island
Miss out on the city, rather be me in
[Verse 1]
People these days are so in their feelings,
If you say one thing they create a different meaning,
Just to fucking cry as their heart is
R3 loves you
If I switch up on you, you gon' come up and get ready
Bones are twitching, skin is itching, bitch my feeling's feeling heavy
Dream I'm
digits better jiggle it
Been running through these digits like a gigabit
2am
You're my type
3am
We get tight
4am
Make it right
Now we down till the night
the spark
I gotta murder every clone
Breaking their bones and raiding their homes, we're taking control
I'm 'bout to push every zone, making it known
opiate like the rock these ninjas pebble to me (Huh?)
Cut tha eye out ya head turn it to see ya self in 3D (Woo)
As long as you stay 'bout action you stay
it the issue
Won't fold like clothes iron always on mi too
Yea wanna stay glued to the path that I chose
Hard to walk in these shoes they won't fit if
trees, nigga I'm gone
Take my keys, nigga it's nothing
One of these chicks is taking me home
That little red bone said she's taking me home
Fine ass
These are the tales, the freaky tales...
The tales that I tell so well...
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked
be plant inside
Itching in my bones, plus the air too, the stratus fire
Marrow my arrow, gut feeling my taro, tongue double barrel
How ironic I was
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