Battle of the MC'S

When I spark up a doob its the battle of the green,

When I touch ya bitch boobs, its the battle of the screams.

Put some crack in front of you its the battle of the fiends,

Trying to catch a clue, this is the battle of the G's.

 

Try to pick your favorite view, its the battle of the scenes.

Go ahead roll up a doob, while I blaze shatter weed.

Don't flatter me, scatter please, because you know I'm actually,

Mad at the lads dad who beats his ass casually.

 

As a formality I turn him to a casualty.

I'm tired so I fired him and now its a catastrophe.

Fasten thee seatbelts and just await the cavalry,

When we come through your face gets hit with abnormalities.

 

You try to stab at me but I let the hoes get back at me,

I'm a Mack with my smack I shoot to get back MC's,

Your so called rhapsody hardly moves gravity,

Rapping like shit your toilet lets you join the academy.

And once you graduate, you'll be head of the faculty,

No need for the hate, once you're great then get back at me.

 

They call me King Roots so I assume the role of majesty,

Torture your anatomy, I invented brutality.

Naturally morality is similar to mortality,

In all actuality I cant believe the audacity,

Of all the MC's selling copies of CD's,

With their hopes and their dreams of being rich and on TV.

Do you see me tryna be something I'm not?

Reap what you sow you know I'm not afraid to pop.

 

Screaming 187 until 11:30,

I meet up with the squad and now we rolling dirty,

I'm a king with a crown making sure all you heard me,

Your girl getting flirty I knew that she deserved me.

Wanna hurt me, bet when you shoot you miss bitch,

You only have a gun because mommy spoils her rich kid.

You may say its twisted popping 9 shots at his lid,

Before I came into the game, a king never existed.