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here i come - king james dillinger lyrics

[intro: heckler]
oh! mr. kjd! mr. rap savior! the same boring mc
you’re on that same depressing bull shit bro!
it’s the same shit, track in and track out
at the rate you pump out material, i could push out 6 alb-ms
i mean, f-ck! no punchlines? no hit singles?
god d-mn! what do you got to say for yourself?

[verse 1]
uh. writing a hit single’s never really what i cared about
cause’ lyrical ability is positively paramount
i’m married to the game, but i won’t share my spouse
so imma’ verbally abuse her until someone dares to tear my larynx out
i was shunned from the local scene
even though all these old timers prayed for a youngin’ dope as me
best up and comer’s what they voted me
i’m all revved up. ate my wheaties with some gatorade and ovaltine
ha! yo. and when my night’s through
i realized i’ve eaten up more beats than dwight schrute
rap has lost it’s edge, yeah, it sucks that it’s missing
so i’m the 90’s baby, b-tch, with 2 f-cks to be given
always coming out on top, like a minute man in missionary
spitting sick shit, yeah, i’m the -ss hole with dysentery
uh. we can’t pardon the whack
like a perverted runner, i come hard on tracks

[interlude: heckler]
well, alright, alright
that’s a decent 16
i mean, you’re heading in the right direction
but i mean, the real question is..
can you do any better than that?

[verse 2]
i’ve had multiple strokes of g*nius, like bill nye’s wife
pause. i’ve had multiple strokes of g*nius, like bill nye’s wife
with a blood clot traveling straight to her brain
squirming around in a circle, retarded snakes on a plane
nothing to take for the pain. but look where i started from
then grab a measuring tape when i -j-c-l-t-, so you can see how far i’ve come
y’all were focused on the romney-obama shit
i was focused on making it through the zombie apocalypse
haters like to claim that i’m a conscience rapper
cause’ i don’t talk about money, drugs, or topless dancers
but all you copycatters, just k!lled the game
so imma’ dig her up and f-ck her, like a necrophile body snatcher
man, you suck, and you lack finesse
and got a f-cked up flow, like a urine stream after sex
ha. i’m shouting out to the vets
it’s my turn, b-tch, time for countdown to commence

5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0

- king james dillinger lyrics

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