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The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! welcome to the united states of america. Time to roll out the red carpet on y’all bitch asses. Hailin from the filthy, dirty south, where the kings lay. Ludacris; disturbin’ tha peace family. recognize royalty When you hear it. the throne has been taken, so kiss this Nigga’s earring. luda throw some grapes on these bitches! [ludacris] These bitches throwin rose petals at my feet mayn! They wanna spoil me, treatin me like royalty; What I’m ’sposed to do? it’s such a sweet thang Work that track, whip ’em like kunta That’s why they stay down, they loyal citizens of zamunda By way of a-t-l; if you disagree Don’t even look at me ho don’t pass go just go straight to jail With no probation or bail, but this ain’t monopoly It’s jolly green giants cause we smoke so much broccoli Uh-oh, spaghetti-o’s! luda’s oodles of noodles And testin me is like pitbulls put up to poodles My rap career goes back further than yo’ father hairline It’s ludacris - I pack more nuts than delta airlines I’m fly, even when I get high I work cash And even got my coats bumped up to first class I’m boss to all employees - and I’m here to teach the principle Cause I’ve been saved by mo’ bells than lark vorhees Man fuck that nigga ’cris man, for real man. I’m tired of This shit man. man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get A nigga tracks; he ain’t hearin my shit. man for real. Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga; Man that nigga garbage. man I got talent too, the nigga ain’t Hearin me. man iii-iiiis this shit on? ’cris, c’mon ’cris. ’cris, f’real man. fuck you nigga, man fuck you! [ludacris] Fuck you too! what you wanna do, scrawny nigga But I got a arsenal of automatics down to twenty-twos Know how to use ’em, fight dirty as shit I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique You see y’all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos And comin up shorter than five Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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