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tha world iz mine - mr. krane lyrics

[intro]
aye, w-ssup, boys? this is mr. krane, hop up in my car and tell my chaffeur to the top, b-tch!

[verse 1]
my name k-rza, who the f-ck are you?
the modern rap gza, king of the youtube
don’t think about future, and who the f-ck cares?
you little ki-ke-dy-ke b-tches hate me when i swear
you want me to apologize? go suck your doggy’s d-ck
get lots of threats in my address, my rhyme so f-cking sick
and i’m so ill, i am like pirlo spitting free kick
or like mr. shady, put your m-th-f-ckin’ -ss to sleep
it’s time to start the adult life, join the big rich town, break your f-cking neck, hijack the crown
get drunk every f-cking day, see me naked, b-tch? press the play
i’m a sick m-th-f-cka that is rated r, please believe, i wanna become a real star
i want to shine witta m-th-f-ckin’ bottle and a gun, aw, sh-t, you f-ckin’ scratch my scar!
i put a piece of yayo in my nosehold, you put my homie d-down your throat
i’m drowning in my swimming pool, please let me f-cking go ba-back to school
aw, f-ck it, here comes time for hook, you gotta f-cking hear it, b-tches, look
you see my trophies, you see my chain? i won them all, cuz i’m mr. krane!

[hook]
i’mma f-ck the world, you can put this in your lap
rap until my lips go numb, i ain’t plan on looking back
if you take my phone i’mma throw you on the carpet
take you out and throw you in the cage, there you can starve, b-tch
i’mma f-ck the world, you can put this in your lap
rap until my lips go numb, i ain’t plan on looking back
if you take my phone i’mma throw you on the carpet
if you take my papers i’mma mark you as a target, b-tch

[verse 2]
all i do is win so i don’t think i shoulda back down
take a final bow, take out my gun and blow your jam, fowl
spoil my reputation with some murders of the fan-suckers
that came to my party looking like some hipsta-muh-f-ckas
i crack another jackey bottle, pour it up, light a bluntie, seduce a model
rough s-x, -ss-rape, this b-tch wanna blow up my tape
get paid every f-cking night, you the realest, you know what i like
ps4, g5 jet, fly as h-ll, you know what i get
got 100 problems and a b-tch ain’t one, she got a diamond, i got a gun
the m-ssacre nearby the church – the best destiny this f-cking world deserves
i’m sure i gotta burn in h-ll – but ‘fore that i go to cluckin’ bell
take that hu-ge 45, take a mic and say the sh-t you like
“i started from the bottom, now i run the game, got money, guns, sl-ts, friends & fame
i ain’t leaving, b-tch, ain’t playing, i keep it rappin’, you know what i’m saying?
let’s throw the party, twerk it from left to the right, you gotta make my goldie sh-shi-ne bright
your host for evening is mr. krane, and i say “f-ck you!”, have a nice day, biatch!”

[hook]

- mr krane lyrics

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