Trash King

Yeah M Preskitt I'm the king King of the trash Don't f*ck with me This dumpsters mine Haha I'm the king of the trash King of the party boy raps Hip-hop today sucks (Yeah) But I'm bringing it back When I show up to the party Like seventy minutes late Drinking Hennessey Out the bottle Mix it with Minute Maid I'm a renegade See you on my Facebook feed Talking bout the same shit I'm like gangsta' please Ain't nobody give a f*ck What these rappers be on Y'all put me to sleep quicker Than Bed Bath and Beyond Y'all love me 'cause My flows funny But still rougher than Honey bunches of oats money I'm so funny I could show up to the crib In a stolen Mercedes Benz With four flat tires Rolling on fucking rims And still be fucking sicker Than everyone At the kickback Sit back in a chair in the corner Playing with knick knacks I rap battled a dude back in Two thousand and twelve I guess I fucking won I'm still waiting for Him to spit back I'm the king of the trash And I'm bringing the raps And I be singing like crap But I be making you snap Your lil' fingers When you realize I'm making you clap like a pussy While I'm bringing it back Jump in the back And I'm the king of the trash And I be smacking the ass And I'm Heading to the top Homie it's happening fast So you better get in line And just think of some rhymes If you wanna kick some ass And be the king of the trash Pull up to store in a hooptie Cussing and whooping Music blaring People staring 'Cause I'm bringing All of my groupies Hopping up out the ride With a dime and a couple nines And twenty two fucking cousins And every one of em's mine All we're buying is coke Swear to god it's a shipwreck Paying for with EBT And a crumpled up fucking WIC check And I swear to god I'm about to pick a fight Everybody in this motherfucker Looking like a dike And I'm 'bout to pull a knife And I'm 'bout to lose my mind (aaargh!) What you thought that Trashy people Wasn't classy enough to rhyme I'm so classy I can Go and have sex with prostitute In the back of dirty Seven eleven bathroom And still be the man I could beat a man I could beat a woman Matter of fact I have And I'll do it again 'Cause I don't play with Them bitches Who be playing with me From the M To the P-R-E-S-K-I-T-T I'm the greatest in the Motherfucking greater A-Z Cheese grating up these bitches Like I'm fucking crazy But I ain't crazy I'm just little bit smarter than you So I can say simpler rhymes And still be harder than you I'm the king of the trash And I'm bringing the raps And I be singing like crap But I be making you snap Your lil' fingers When you realize I'm making you clap like a pussy While I'm bringing it back Jump in the back And I'm the king of the trash And I be smacking the ass And I'm Heading to the top Homie it's happening fast So you better get in line And just think of some rhymes If you wanna kick some ass And be the king of the trash Twenty dollar shoes And I'm flossing with 'em (yeah) Kidnapping teen girls Just to gossip with 'em (oh my god) That new wave rap Dog you lost me with it I gotta dirty car With a dead possum in it Lost the limit Rolling the highway Getting lost forget it Two thousand and three Saturn wit a boss up in it Pop the Guinness Bottle and swallow all of it Wallow in it In the beginning I was thinking of winning A milli' and a Ferrari Wit a motherfucking model in it But now... I'm the king of the trash And I'm bringing the raps And I be singing like crap But I be making you snap Your lil' fingers When you realize I'm making you clap like a pussy While I'm bringing it back Jump in the back And I'm the king of the trash And I be smacking the ass And I'm Heading to the top Homie it's happening fast So you better get in line And just think of some rhymes If you wanna kick some ass And be the king of the trash