well first of all i'm the king you aint in charge
you hella scared dat's why you only want four bars
you a phony actin' crunk lik' you go do sumthin'
when i'll drop you in dese' streets like J.Lo's husbands
get when i spit it deep lik' fifty
i move so much weight u might think i'm oprahwinfrey
an' wit dis last line remember dat i bomb
i'll leave you on da' corna' working nex' to ya mom

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Da King is here bitches.
Bow down.