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i'm the king! - aj mcloughlin lyrics

we’re talking about a kid
a stupid f*cking b*tch
the man with a victim brain
a boy i correct, who’s f*cking insane
to refrain the cane, this pr*ck isn’t it
your a roleplay, all g*y, every way
you talk about it all day
he’s got the heartstopper books
the horrific looks, park cooks
i’m the outlaw, your just a love flaw
say that to logan your side chick
you claim he’s a sidekick
but he’s just a kick trick
someone to be your yes man
how demonic, this ain’t fantasy
no motherf*cking sonic
call michael jackson, it’s a thriller!
g*yness the only thing f*cker deliver
i ain’t h0m*phobic, just think your a d*ck
and when i say d*ck, not logan’s you want to l!ck
this diss may be tragic, i ain’t talking magic
gun on automatic, when i pick the sick brick
your a plastic mime, fragile on the out
hard insidе, they say, but no, your a f*cker from outer sp*cе
don’t arrive to late, it’s time for your fate
the argument of your dreams, i still appear in your nightmares
go f*ck yourself for open, i’m going to do a despair
for your impalement into the warp k!ll
i ain’t gonna go chill. your life going downhill, call sharon for a pill
relapse for the refill, open fire, f*ck you, you fourth hill
i wonder if a teacher is here to take your side
from school that you hated, your lucky you survived
the pandemic chilled out a little, then we came back for a month
i confronted you about f*cking everything, childish is what you was
but your sheltered in your dumbass f*cking mindset, don’t sweat
logan still making you wet? get off the f*cking internet
we all know your gonna end up homeless, living off cigarettes
you ain’t the one to pick the sets, you ain’t the one to give the threats
your nothing but a psycho b*tch, your rampage is too small
somebody dig a grave, this is mr. jones’ downfall
i ain’t going to k!ll you with a gun nor a knife, ima k!ll you with my words
after all, your the one who committed the crime in summertime
you have every dime and bet it on mine, you threw the dart at me
b*tch, i’ve never f*cking left my prime, you do one rhyme
all of a sudden your the king of grime? f*ck that sh*t, your sublime
horrible like no sunshine, maybe we’ll meet again sometime
i’ll tell you how much i f*cking despise you and f*cking hate your guts
you ain’t tough enough to defend, you’ll be crying, logan can’t prevent
your not god, are you god? i said, ”hey! are you god?” yo jones ain’t god
i took your spot and that’s something you’ll know as motherf*cking tragic
open your eyes motherf*cker, this ain’t no f*cking black magic
turn the words on automatic and spray them like your manic
time for my classic trick, i am the sl!ck of a chronic thick pr*ck
are you going down for real, or down in round one, or three you say
you said you’d beat me, motherf*cking c*nt stupid as f*cking b*tch
your a pr*ck, fl!ck like a fly, swat d*ck, static trick, you can’t cl!ck
your not a sperm whale, but you sure as h*ll don’t treat your sperm well
constantly given around, your a f*cking player, i’m sure that pr*ck knows
i said i’m sure that pr*ck knows too, i ain’t gonna shoot the shot
unless you hit block, this tick tock only a f*cking clock, to hit the knock
you say the dock f*cks the stock, jones say, weren’t you grey yesterday
too much stress? can’t keep the obvious away, go back to making out
i’ve had a f*cking enough, you defend like a b*tch, a baby stitch
i see you as a witch your face green are you sick?
remember the time when you cried for eve’s attention?
yeah i f*cking mentioned her, the woman you said that you f*cking loved
but she was just a cover up, she chucked that glass bottle at your head
rightfully so, you were dating other men behind her back, she though so
so you didn’t f*cking love her did ya? you f*cking ruined her f*cking life
now eve’s just a fright, i told zara too, look at her right now
she’s with me in the booth, gossip about you too, yeah she’s with someone
and that guy is not you, and don’t worry it’s not me neither
i wouldn’t want your sloppy seconds, that sh*t’ll give me a f*cking fever
i’d throw up over the whole town, a new ocean, big frown
time for the mr. jones shutdown, he’s racist, he’s g*y but h0m*phobic
he hates his own mother, he has a crush on his father, he loves a feather
he f*cks his own f*cking brother, he cheats on his sister, he’s incest
he hates breast, he ruined eve, f*cked steve, zara leave, she did, see?
he f*cked up maisey, he locked up g*steed, that was our boy, our g!
now i don’t mean prison, i mean he locked his emotions
told him no one was there for him, and now he’s got depression
he beat it without our help, and now it’s time for your f*cking punishment
jones is on coke, jones has gone broke, jones ain’t got smoke
jones is gonna choke, jones ain’t got a quote, logan says jones swallows
and now jones throws, jones closed, he’s gone oh no’s!, f*ck broke
stock top, in lock over the hot spot, but he cannot be caught
he says but he’s everywhere, gone tops. caught up in motherf*cking knots!
i’m going until one hundred lines of insults, your interests are sl*t dressed
you possessed stressed, unventured conquest, you don’t victor, gone less!
logan wrapped around your finger like a pr*ck, yeah!
f*ck this f*cker, i said f*ck this f*cker
time for my motherf*cking final words b*tch face!
i hate you, now get out of my life, yeah
you keep coming back but can’t back up your words
your slurs and converse, reverse don’t mean f*cking sh*t
i’m still better than you and your f*cking sl*t b*tches!
it’s time to call it a night, it’s five o’clock, your bedtime!
so bye, bye, tuck tight, don’t let the words bite
but time to throw a head strike, i won’t go light
but now you’ve been knocked out in the first round, you’d better bucker up!

- aj mcloughlin lyrics

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