A creative blend of lyrics and choruses from an artist who really hasn't found a definitive style of writing. A realistic approach to stories of happiness, long
It's like he's got an Asian boyfriend that he hides from his momma'
In other words: King Authors got a chink in his armor
Bell rings first round I sweep em off of his legs
If this Author's a King then I'm yelling off with his head
Cuz' I went to his soundclick; and the couple parts that I read
Had me laughing so fucking hard I was nearly coughing up meds
And I'm not lying it's Dirty Jerkins and I stay mercing
While he staring at my crystal balls like a gay merlin
For certain got this lame nervous: we here for the same purpose
But I'm leaving with the cash while you stay worthless
You're broke as fuck dog, how's that for personal?
Yeah he's got some cake, the type they put in urinals
No one adoring you this is a democratic process
Ain't no Kings left bitch, fucker you're nonsense
I'll knock his royal majesty right out this hemisphere
Your girls ugly bro; she ain't no Guinevere
You ain't percievering to round 2
I'm jumping over your round table with round fists to pound you
I'm fucking stomping ya'. Destroy your castle. Conquer ya'.
This kids a good Author if you're into gay erotica.
Plus he says Nigga' too much; he ain't killing me
Cuz' Nigga' is just filler for emcees who lack ability
You'll never write a best seller. Fuck what the rest tell ya'.
Hey yo I'm done with this bitch it's time for the next fella'
