The king of nothing
Battle against myself, listen to the end of the plot #Thekingofnothing #Punchlines #McCP'ssongs [Verse 1] Yo, this clown keeps rappin' like his mouth got stuck in reverse, Every verse sounds worse than the last unrehearsed verse. Talkin' 'bout he's dangerous, man, that's absurd, I've seen tougher opposition from a pigeon on a curb. He bought a gold chain just to flex on the internet, Still owes his mom rent money and ain't paid her a cent of it. Claims he's a king, I guess every kingdom needs a fool, Only crown this dude ever wore came from Burger King after school. You say you're runnin' the game? Bro, you're lost in the menu. Your whole career's so small I could accidentally step through. You got a hundred fake followers all commentin' "fire," Meanwhile half of 'em are bots and the other half got hired. This dude's so soft he apologizes to furniture, Probably asks permission from the mirror before he enters it. Talkin' like a gangster while he's streamin' from his bedroom, Soundin' so intimidating with a ring light in the next room. I heard your mixtape once and almost called a physician, 'Cause every bar gave me symptoms of a serious condition. You rap about the streets but get nervous at a red light, Actin' like a killer while you're home before bedtime. You got so many personas I don't know who I'm dissin', Every interview sounds like an identity collision. This dude's got more cap than a baseball convention, If lies were a profession he'd deserve a pension. [Chorus]You say you're the king, but the throne looks rented,Every story that you tell gets revised and amended.You talk like a legend, but nobody's convinced,You've been "about to blow up" ever since I can remember, prince. [Verse 2] You call yourself a boss but I've seen better leadership and vision, From a shopping cart with one wheel and a terrible decision. Every time you speak it's like the truth took a vacation again, Your whole personality's a knockoff version of another man. You say you're self-made, that's a hilarious claim to be making, Half your style came from the rappers that you're constantly praising. You copy every trend then pretend you were setting the pace, Like a dude tracing drawings then bragging about his artistic taste. You got a hundred excuses for every little failure in life, Blamin' everybody else whenever reality doesn't feel right. You talk about loyalty until somebody disagrees with you, Then you're throwin' people overboard like they never mattered to you. This dude's ego so big it probably needs a zip code, Yet one negative comment makes the whole operation explode. You flex rented success like it's permanently yours forever, That's like claimin' you're a pilot 'cause you fly as a passenger. You act like you're feared but you're mostly entertainment online, A cartoon supervillain without a reason for the storyline. You keep barkin' real loud but nobody feels threatened at all, You're the type to lose a fight then complain about the call. Your bars hit so weak they should come with a health warning, "May contain disappointment from early evening till the morning." And if confidence was talent you would probably be great, Too bad reality arrived and completely sealed your fate.
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Battle against myself, listen to the end of the plot #Thekingofnothing #Punchlines #McCP'ssongs [Verse 1] Yo, this clown keeps rappin' like his mouth got stuck in reverse, Every verse sounds worse than the last unrehearsed verse. Talkin' 'bout he's dangerous, man, that's absurd, I've seen tougher opposition from a pigeon on a curb. He bought a gold chain just to flex on the internet, Still owes his mom rent money and ain't paid her a cent of it. Claims he's a king, I guess every kingdom needs a fool, Only crown this dude ever wore came from Burger King after school. You say you're runnin' the game? Bro, you're lost in the menu. Your whole career's so small I could accidentally step through. You got a hundred fake followers all commentin' "fire," Meanwhile half of 'em are bots and the other half got hired. This dude's so soft he apologizes to furniture, Probably asks permission from the mirror before he enters it. Talkin' like a gangster while he's streamin' from his bedroom, Soundin' so intimidating with a ring light in the next room. I heard your mixtape once and almost called a physician, 'Cause every bar gave me symptoms of a serious condition. You rap about the streets but get nervous at a red light, Actin' like a killer while you're home before bedtime. You got so many personas I don't know who I'm dissin', Every interview sounds like an identity collision. This dude's got more cap than a baseball convention, If lies were a profession he'd deserve a pension. [Chorus]You say you're the king, but the throne looks rented,Every story that you tell gets revised and amended.You talk like a legend, but nobody's convinced,You've been "about to blow up" ever since I can remember, prince. [Verse 2] You call yourself a boss but I've seen better leadership and vision, From a shopping cart with one wheel and a terrible decision. Every time you speak it's like the truth took a vacation again, Your whole personality's a knockoff version of another man. You say you're self-made, that's a hilarious claim to be making, Half your style came from the rappers that you're constantly praising. You copy every trend then pretend you were setting the pace, Like a dude tracing drawings then bragging about his artistic taste. You got a hundred excuses for every little failure in life, Blamin' everybody else whenever reality doesn't feel right. You talk about loyalty until somebody disagrees with you, Then you're throwin' people overboard like they never mattered to you. This dude's ego so big it probably needs a zip code, Yet one negative comment makes the whole operation explode. You flex rented success like it's permanently yours forever, That's like claimin' you're a pilot 'cause you fly as a passenger. You act like you're feared but you're mostly entertainment online, A cartoon supervillain without a reason for the storyline. You keep barkin' real loud but nobody feels threatened at all, You're the type to lose a fight then complain about the call. Your bars hit so weak they should come with a health warning, "May contain disappointment from early evening till the morning." And if confidence was talent you would probably be great, Too bad reality arrived and completely sealed your fate.
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