KXNG Tut

Yeah, take a look at me and see a titan on a throne
 Me and my niggas we keep a bad bitch biting on a bone
 Hold up though, what you lil' niggas know?
 How you writin' on a song
 Hella pathetic with telekinetics
 Start thinking of lines and my pen start writing on its own
 The Jedi Order, I mastered this shit; a jedi warrior
 Yeah I warned you
 I'ma be keeping you one eye on ya
 Like an insomniac, nigga with a dead eye
 How much you wanna bet I hoard the—Illest shits alive
 I had a dream I was playing footsies with a girl from [?]
 So I walk up out the bed I ordered
 I took her from Florida, she a red-eye border now
 I'm rubbing the clit, she sucking the dick
 Who's pussy is this? I ain't even need to ask
 But that's as far as I'ma go though
 I'ma let you freaky niggas [?] black twitter, eat her ass
 Back to the grind, probably think I'm with the Kinkos just to sing you this song
 So many facts in the rhymes
 Crooked I's back in his prime
 But nowadays they call me the KXNG
 K-X-N-G though
 The X is roman numerals (For ten)
 I'm times better than I ever been
 Even before then the Greek historian
 [?] this he let history know
 The face of the Sphinx
 The drawing on the Pyramid's walls
 Was all of this Negro?
 I'm a motherfuckin' king
 All hell
 You can hate on me and I'ma wish y'all well
 Cuz on the stairway to heaven I saw Hell
 Did it all with my C.O.B. cartel
 The way I be rocking the bells I should call L
 I don't want problems at all
 But if the beef pop in the streets
 We would start beat-boxing
 Boo-boo-ta-ta [?]
 I don't understand the mentality
 Of niggas who wanna randomly challenge me
 In the band of reality
 Automatically mad at me
 Cuz I won't hand 'em a salary
 Demanding me to give 'em what's mine
 You outta ya mind, thinking you can fuck with the family
 Nigga that has to be insanity
 You understanding me
 I'm Amityville mixed with
 Mister Hannibal Lector packing a hammer to shatter you
 Get it poppin' like Shabba-Doo
 Get your wig peeled
 Get your face on the windshield
 Got to grab you off the glass like an alley-oop
 Do the shit and burn rubber in a Caddy Coupe
 Cali boys, we ain't like y'all rap stars
 But we do like jewelry and fast cars
 I'd rather fill this room with hoes, chill
 And forget about 12 on the last bars
 I'm times better than I ever been
 In a room full of rappers I'd be the elephant
 Elephant in the room cuz nobody wanna mention
 That I been one of the best on the West
 Since I touched down on corrupt sound
 On the streets is a motha'
 Mothafucka that's one thousand