King Kong (feat. Rock)

Sean Price

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    P! Yeah
    P!

    [Sean Price:]
    Yo...
    Aiyyo, millionaire monkeys microphone mix masters
    Make money from music, the fo'-fifth faster
    Slap a, b-boy knock his tooth out his grill
    Sean Price be the truth in the 'Ville, listen
    If ya, knock on my door I'm cockin the four
    Free to escape from the law like Assata Shakur
    For a dime a tack you can put your cock in a whore
    Kinda worse when you rockin on tour, listen
    Groupie girls wanna lick on your dick
    Groupie guys wanna get in the flick, I'm like - FUCK YOU~!
    Give me some chips, overall they like "Sean's so ill"
    Who you think you is, Ron O'Neal? (YEAH!)
    Allahu akbar pah scar pa on the grill
    Fake fuck's face cut when they fuck with the real
    Mighty Flow Young, so dumb, guns is drawn
    Calamity, all your family, your son is mourned, one

    (I punch you in your face nigga~!)
    (Who the fuck you talkin to, who? I smack the fuck outta you)

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    [Chorus: Rock]
    Crush kill and destroy them with savagery, catastrophe
    Dump steel, let it roar and we smashin through your ave and fleet
    Run you still can't avoid it, the spazzery, the agony
    Battle you bitch bastards, we king kong your whole faculty!

    [Sean Price:]
    Aiyyo, Sean Price, Boot Camp best
    Gimme the #2 pencil, watch me take the test
    Shake your set, break your neck, competitors flee
    Who the fuck rhyme better than me? Nobody-body
    Dutch in my ear, Olde E in my palm
    I Freddy Krueger your face, Michael Myer your moms
    You botherin mine? That's when I'm sparkin the nine
    Pull out the thing, flame on like, {?} in time
    Fan-tastic flow, connect the concepts
    Broke niggaz with beat kicks, that's my projects
    My man like "Ruck, you ain't reachin the kids"
    I stuck my hand out and three-pieced his wig
    I'm, doin my thing, you new to the game
    Don't hate, "Celebrate" pa, Kool and the Gang
    I don't have a big crew just {?} to ring
    And a couple of loose voodoos boostin your chain
    P!

    (Fuck you don't know! I smack the shit out of you)
    (Brownsville nigga, what the fuck wrong with you man?)

    [Chorus]

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