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[Verse 1: D-Money]
Golem ain’t racist, he wants that Precious
Gonna put his ring on all of her digits
Gonna put his dick in Frodo’s crevice
Leaving his mouth like an endless necklace
Hope you get the message
I smoke that lettuce
Still dangerous on a dry fuckin’ campus
Campin’ out cannabis, handin’ out cans of piss
Pissin’ off parents with my mother fuckin’ antics
Praying kinda frantic
Smoking on that mantis
Mounting me deep in the middle of Atlantis
Cause I spit that shit that you might think is a myth
I’ll tear out your Adam’s apple
Call that granny smith
And you can kiss this ring while I drink this fifth
Cause ladies call me lord or they may call me sith
[Verse 2: Playa Squad]
Tryna fuck this slow beat like I’m hitting on the commas
White House flow lacks Bro Obama
Yo what’s it called if it’s beyond perfection
If an orgasm is just a quitters erection?
The flow is disgusting like it don’t wash its hands
Kindergarten utensils are primarily crayons
See I brought you my thoughts
Now you go off in panic
Like every investor who showed off the goddamn Titanic
They told me to rap, that’s all they reported
My mouth works itself, I just merely escort it
[Hook: Mind Drum]
Kiss the ring
Cause I’m the king
Bitch I’m royalty
Bow down and I’ll sing
(x2)
[Verse 3: DeCor]
It’s your boy DeCor
Chillin’ in the studio makin’ hits on the low
When I step in the club bitches flock but you know
I ain’t lookin’ for the ring, no Frodo
Mama taught me never lie, never cheat, never steal
But I’ll still fuck your bitch steady just for the thrill
Codeine in my cup because my lyrics are ill
28’s on the Honda all them bitches wanna chill
She call me Big Papi like I’m wearing red socks
Popped a Molly I’m sweating, nigga this is why I’m hot
Yeah my flow is a blanket of colonizing small pox
It’s a brave new world, infected straight from the dock
Beat it up, beat it up that pussy call the feds
Tiger Woods on these hoes like it’s Sunday in the red
I got bars lined up like I’m sitting in the pen
Grey Goose in the Glock, take a shot to the head
Mediocrity is everywhere like a cancer
Life is a test but ain’t nobody know the answers
My rhymes to the game that’s a 2-1-3
Girl you got straight A’s
I know you want this D
[Hook 2: Mind Drum]
Kiss the ring
Cause I’m the king
Bitch I’m royalty
Bow down and I’ll sing
Watch the throne
You couldn’t if you tried
We in the game
And we going for miles
That’s it
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