Royal Rumble

The Lord appear with the purple robe
Prolly chiefing on the purple smoke
We aware every square in your circle choke
Hurl hurtful jokes, your girl give me fertile choch
Bitches buggin, keep on tuggin all on Verbal cloak
Disappear into the night with nocturnal folks
Me & Zookie moving spooky, you get turned to ghost
Feeling groovy, feeling loopy off the dirty potion
Damn, stand still but I’m still in motion
You see the surface but the worth is deeper than the ocean
Ain’t a person picture perfect, is the picture worth it?
This is Zoo York, you suckas stuck up in the circus
Chill in beaters, league leaders; Putting dick in the divas
I’m killin reapers; Flow sick, 06 Gil Arenas
I fill arenas then I leave em with the title boy
My price is up, you not nice enough to be my rival boy
The truth is you ain’t championship material
I’m ruthless & my palace is imperial
You stupid & your actions very trivial
My niggas run up on you masked up just like Mysterio
«Good God Almighty!»
New World Order, yeah
«Somebody get in there & stop it!»
I need a goblet for this one… with the black hoodie…
«Don't do it! Don’t do it! My god don’t you do it!»
King of The Ring, call me Lord Sire
Make you scream with a bat wrapped in barbed wire
Cgod telling stories round the campfire
Tales of the soulless cold-blooded vampire
Hunting in the night, admit your fright damn liar
You could try em but it prolly gon backfire
Can’t deny em, you know the kid rap fire
Your leader follow, no time to wallow in the mire
And everyday I seen it twice
All of ya seem alike, screamin like (oh!)
And everyday I seen it twice
All of ya seem alike, screamin like (oh!)
«Alright cmon it’s enough! Damn it, it’s enough!»
Everyday I seen it twice
«Hey look! It’s Mr. McMahon!»
Hit my theme music, the villain out to play
Your children shout & pray, at nighttime we out for prey
All you doubters wait, I sip my Powerade
You couldn’t breach my grounds
You wouldn’t reach the tower’s gates
Spit rubies, spit loogeys in outta-towners face
Making movies, smokin doobies with the sour taste
Ya just stick figures, we Picasso pieces
Spray graffiti on the walls where the apostle teaches
Tombstone preachers after giving gospel speeches
Years from now they’ll be studying your fossil’s features
Lots of creatures in my habitat
My dogs perform savage acts, sick of all your average cats
«This has gone too far!»
«Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!!!»
They said Verb sick, get well
Bout to throw a fit, catch hell
Need to smoke a zip, exhale
Afloat and adrift, set sail
You know He Got Game, Denzel
What remains when your family & friends fail?
I just rap away the pain & I vent well
And if you mad, fuck it; You know I meant well
Money lusty, I want all the fetti
Keep a custy coppin quarters steady
I know that you ain’t think I hit your broad already
Shit, well I did and now I’m bored already
Couldn’t step to me, I’m extraordinary
Don’t even think about it, you ain’t even sorta ready
Ready for the likes of this
The pie is all mine, you couldn’t get a slice of this
Said it, you ain’t did it though
Claim you ain’t the same, you ain’t different though
Talk it, you ain’t live it though
Whole lotta lies, you alive you ain’t living though
Said it, you ain’t did it though
Claim you ain’t the same, you ain’t different though
Talk it, you ain’t live it though
Whole lotta lies, you alive you ain’t living though