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letra de royalty - mr. mayhem

(verse 1: skribbal)
i’m motherf-cking royalty, where the f-ck is your loyalty
everybody here wanna toy with me but i got my pistol loaded (loaded)
[?] mc’s, ain’t n0body her that can f-ck with me
everybody here wanna brawl with me but can’t n0body here evеn spar with me
start with me i’ll start the mic, k!ll a mothеrf-cker with bars tonight
send your ass up to the stars tonight yeah f-ck around and put you through the bar tonight (i’m bad)
hit you with the mind control, tell a motherf-cker that it’s time to go
time to ride i rip the soul up out the body and k!ll them all (them all)
[?] approach with caution and no crossing
pray to god and hope to go, home alive but it’s too d-mn cold
my blade it love to roam, my range it never stops
i came to take the throne, k!ll the king and i took that spot

(chorus: mr mayhem)
you cheering for your teams i’m cheering for my dreams
no one believes in me but me so fear your f-cking king (aye)
you cheering for your teams i’m cheering for my dreams
no one believes in me but me so fear your f-cking king (aye)
(verse 2: mr mayhem)
ahead of my time ahead of my team
a head full of rhymes a head for a king
i had flames in eyes i head to the streets
ahead of my prime get head from a queen
heavy is the head and this sh-t a few tons
ready to behead anybody who want
b-tch you behind with the way that you front
imma take a few hits then i’m passing ya blunt
imma king in this b-tch kiss my ring like a b-tch
flows b-tter, fly and they sting like a b-tch
when i think of this sh-t rappers winking and sh-t
like sorry lil homie i don’t swing like that kid
take a swing at me kid i’m just speaking my sh-t
when i snap i’ll be clapping poet reading they sh-t
or get slapped with the back hand while i’m beating this sh-t
i’m the b-st-rd of rap f-cking treat me like sh-t
you some pieces of sh-t i’m too clean for this sh-t
your c notes are weak son i tee off that sh-t
take a seat put my feet up on your g’s foreign whip
that you put in the video the keys ain’t your sh-t

apocalyptic when you on that bottle of p-ss
y’all detectives gotta get to the bottoms of it
case after case still ain’t solving ya sh-t
hardest sh-t to swallow is as honest it gets
knocking on the door and i got em all fed
a mc like walter white did
talking your talk and you walking out dead
i’m hungry as f-ck f-cking starved in this sh-t
if i wanted you dead you would be dead ho
got a f-cking problem you can eat lead ho
y’all want drama than we beefin ho
when that knife “shh” like a secret ho
(chorus: mr mayhem)
you cheering for your teams i’m cheering for my dreams
no one believes in me but me so fear your f-cking king (aye)
you cheering for your teams i’m cheering for my dreams
no one believes in me but me so fear your f-cking king (aye)

(outro)
uh uh john doe… uh uh skribbal
uh uh mayhem yuh yuh let’s go!
you cheering for your teams i’m cheering for my dreams
no one believes in me but me so fear your f-cking king (aye)

- mr mayhem

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