RATKING

Bitch I'm the rat king Smoking smack with the fat kids In the sack witta bad bitch My whole bag is filled with cabbage Smokin potent tree Gripping on a piece Gritting on my teeth I sling methamphetamines Bitch I'm the rat king smoking smack with the fat kids Shit didn't momma ever tell you all where that ends up? Well look, I couldn't keep it together I gotta hundred thousand reasons to feel under the weather They're all neatly packed inside the walls so please don't move the dresser I promise all I ever wanted to do was impress her It's like my little trophy room, it smells just like a swimming pool, always caught up contemplating on if I'm the fool. But I guess we got this far so really f*ck it cool. Who really cares if they're all rotting away? I keep em six feet close not layed up in a grave Six in the chamber just means six to your face Put the kickstand up let the throttle engage Now you got what you wanted you're on the front page Not exactly how you pictured but you got your 5 seconds of fame Wrapped up in a tarp This shit is getting dark Did I stab him in the heart? Did I do it for the art? Wrapped up in a tarp This shit is getting dark Did I stab him in the heart? Did I do it for the art? Momma said my room smells like shit I needa fess up But f*ck it she'll just send me away so I just make up She might as well just send my selfish ass to the grave Cuz I ain't ever learning how to sit or fuckin behave And I don't wanna sit inside a prison for years Cuz underneath this mask I got long hair and no beard Some scary man named Jerry is gonna play with my rear So for now I sing this song and cry these crocodile tears like what? Like what?