That’s a Wrap Copywrite (Ft. Kingdom)

[Intro]
Yo Dom!
J Dilla!

Let’s roll that weed and get hiiigh
{What y’all niggas know?}
That’s what I need to get byyy
Let’s roll that weed and get hiiigh
That’s what I need to get byyy

[Verse 1: King.Dom]
Yo, your clique is subpar
And all that you shit you spittin’ thus far
Small talk: like a midget bitch on Russ Parr
You all see me flying by you, drivin’ in your slut’s car:
Face where my nuts are
Play wit’ your bus card
Brains and the blunt spark, missin’ that bitch?
I just skeeted in her mouth and now you kissin’ them lips
That shit is just sick
Say something and I’m dottin’ your ‘i’
You could catch a Jimmy Snooker off the top of my ride
You stop and you die, who’s going with ‘em?
They always foldin’ pigeon(?)
Y’all hoes is missin’ like the soldiers in the coalition
You hold the soul position, knowin’ that your gold’ll glisten
Cats be rappin’ platinum, why you holdin’ on to old traditions?
Flat broke: I’m mixin’ gin and Kahlua
‘Til that day I pop Cris’ like I’m stealin’ on Luda
I’m stealing your hoes, eventually I’m stealing they throats
You got the same TV, then I’mma steal your remote