King Kong (feat. Rock)

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[Sean Price:]

Yo...

Aiyyo, millionaire monkeys microphone mix masters

Make money from music, the fo'-fifth faster

Slap a, b-boy knock his tooth out his grill

Sean Price be the truth in the 'Ville, listen

If ya, knock on my door I'm cockin the four

Free to escape from the law like Assata Shakur

For a dime a tack you can put your cock in a whore

Kinda worse when you rockin on tour, listen

Groupie girls wanna lick on your dick

Groupie guys wanna get in the flick, I'm like - FUCK YOU~!

Give me some chips, overall they like "Sean's so ill"

Who you think you is, Ron O'Neal? (YEAH!)

Allahu akbar pah scar pa on the grill

Fake fuck's face cut when they fuck with the real

Mighty Flow Young, so dumb, guns is drawn

Calamity, all your family, your son is mourned, one

(I punch you in your face nigga~!)

(Who the fuck you talkin to, who? I smack the fuck outta you)

[Chorus: Rock]

Crush kill and destroy them with savagery, catastrophe

Dump steel, let it roar and we smashin through your ave and fleet

Run you still can't avoid it, the spazzery, the agony

Battle you bitch bastards, we king kong your whole faculty!

[Sean Price:]

Aiyyo, Sean Price, Boot Camp best

Gimme the #2 pencil, watch me take the test

Shake your set, break your neck, competitors flee

Who the fuck rhyme better than me? Nobody-body

Dutch in my ear, Olde E in my palm

I Freddy Krueger your face, Michael Myer your moms

You botherin mine? That's when I'm sparkin the nine

Pull out the thing, flame on like, {?} in time

Fan-tastic flow, connect the concepts

Broke niggaz with beat kicks, that's my projects

My man like "Ruck, you ain't reachin the kids"

I stuck my hand out and three-pieced his wig

I'm, doin my thing, you new to the game

Don't hate, "Celebrate" pa, Kool and the Gang

I don't have a big crew just {?} to ring

And a couple of loose voodoos boostin your chain

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(Fuck you don't know! I smack the shit out of you)

(Brownsville nigga, what the fuck wrong with you man?)

[Chorus]