[Intro: (Sample)]
Break out the fine-VILLAIN!
[Verse 1]
A lyrical samurai disconnects your fucking cranium
Sever your head using simple complex words of titanium
Kinetic energy abuse for a good use, vibranium
Fillin’ stadiums with lyrics that are riddled with Uranium
My style a gymnasium, used to better bad emcees
Work it out, you need to get out the gutter, function functionally
Comfortably, batter badder backgrounds send ‘em backwards
Balance bad and bandage on a tangent in a tandem for rappers
The crackers crack the code, fire nodes across the board
Backup backwards, back up get you slapped up, slam that fuckin’ backboard
Thе blackboards who’ve been drawn on get wiped clеan just like they’re dashboards
Don’t act rash before you slack off, back off jack-off, ‘fore I slash cords
A whack sword can always be restored at a blacksmith
Bang with hammers, a banger of bangers to prove a whack myth
And taping measures to skinny trees is provin’ they lack width
Get some lyrical minerals in they systems, never stack it
Your Majesty
[Verse 2]
They ask if I feel a lot of arrogance or complacence
But like a bad doctor, cuzzin’, I’m runnin’ out of patience
Your adjacent to displacement, lock your fam inside my basement
By the end of this I better get one big arse payment
The whole world under my control, they mean nothing to me
Everyone a powerless coward, I burn them all to a fourth degree
I control the essence of time, I take away your lot
That’s why I say the world is ours and then point to a clock
I contaminate the feed, I murder all the livestock
I deep fry your friends, go try again, I fly ‘em in like Frylock
Let’s go back to basics, yo, I built up the matrix
What it takes to be patient is choice, replacement or payment
Not like it’s painfully ancient, more like been trapped in the basement
More like a shameful assailant who only rapped in the face of
Evasive pricks who serve as bricks for the fortress of one line
A lone brick in the mural of the illest King of all time
Your majesty
[Verse 3]
I’m bad to the bone with my back to the throne
Not saying, like, it’s left alone, I mean, like, sat on the throne
Laid back on the tone like I’m asleep on sonic waves
Inadvertently inverted, version that averts your gaze
Lie vertically, land scaped, I paint a sideways garden-scape
A view that’s verified by the liable part of my mind, the state
There’s not enough on my plate, verbs need all beef I can take
Carnivore king of the state, run the bitch like a carnival race
A growing man ain’t need a hand unless it’s from his silver platter
Lace it with cocaine to take my brain up top until the ladder
No-one badder, breakin’ bladders and I watch them leak and bleed
I could stay and watch ‘em suffer, my bruvva, that’s all I need
A greed for blood, agree, the doves’ll clean the blood, proceed above
The seed was tough, exceed at stuff, then seen the rough to lead a gov
A breaker, taker, money maker, honey shaker, he’s the one
Who needs it done, he’ll take a thumb, start breakin’ some, you’ll see it done
See? We done, besides, they’re just a nuisance to me
Like when you’re walkin’ on water and get seaweed on your feet
I pick ‘em off, one by one, I’m star lit, bouncin’ and jackin’
Pouncin’ on lackin’ backin’ tracks, action in the back of they wagon
Waggin’ a dragon’s tail, it entails, like, assassin’s reaction
Either facts or my faction but I’m taking both in transaction
Back on track, in my palace, a balance status of madness
And stupid fans who can’t stand learning and then have zero talent
It’s a blessed day in the life of the Great King Slaughter
The illest willin’ king terrorises Tudonian’s quarters
Whether I bring guns to sons or huge cocks to your daughters
They say that humans are books, then come and meet your favourite author
“I am the reason you’re here, the reason you live and breathe
I’m in control of your being, that’s why you’re blessed when you sneeze”
Snap it back, make sure the vest is attached, it won’t ravage me
Nothing comes close to, raise a toast for Your Majesty
Slaughter
[Outro]
Wait, wait, wait
Go back, go back
