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PERFORMING ARTISTS
King Klick
King Klick
Performer
Whitney Peyton
Whitney Peyton
Performer
(Hed) P.E.
(Hed) P.E.
Performer
Madchild
Madchild
Performer
Dropout Kings
Dropout Kings
Performer
Johnny Richter
Johnny Richter
Performer
Chucky Chuck
Chucky Chuck
Performer
Obnoxious
Obnoxious
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Whitney Peyton Smith
Whitney Peyton Smith
Songwriter
Paolo Gomes
Paolo Gomes
Songwriter
Timothy Mcnutt
Timothy Mcnutt
Songwriter
Shane Bunting
Shane Bunting
Songwriter
Robert Castillo
Robert Castillo
Songwriter
Charles Devries
Charles Devries
Songwriter
William Edward Lauderdale III
William Edward Lauderdale III
Songwriter
Brett Saunders
Brett Saunders
Songwriter

Lyrics

Listen
It’s evident, I’m better than you ever said I’d be
You better step directly, better yet just never mention me
Unless you want the extra beef
You best believe I dead the beat
That’s effortlessly, rest in peace
Impress ‘em then I press repeat
Uh, gimme me my dues
You didn’t hear that I’m the shit?
I came to bring you the news
I ain't the one so two-timers gotcha numerals confused
She like the way I’m Ramen (rhymin) so I get Oodles of Noods (nudes)
You better chew all your food
Before you choking while you hating
I’ve seen every situation from the fakest conversations
to the critics raving,
I was center stage, they said I'd never make it
Flagrant information, now they beg for invitations
Save it!
I was knocked down nearly everyday
Dusted off my crown nearly everyday
I turned it all around, yeah I found a way
Never paid attention, now ya checkin’ for me everyday
Hold up
I glowed up, now they all show love
Everyday
Hold up
I show up and the place goes nuts
Everyday
We get to work on time like everyday (work)
No days off we grind everyday (grind)
Murder, murder in america everyday
Hold up smoke up everyday all day
I’m insecure, paranoid and it’s not okay
I still get up and go to war
Every fuckin’ day
Nothin’ can stop my forward motion
The fuck out the way (Inertia)
Suicidal bad brains
I got that pma (I’m killin’)
You got issues (You trippin’, trippin’)
That cap is doa (dead)
Standard issues, why you hatin’? (Hatin)
The fuck out the way (fuck out the way)
Put your hate away (put your hate away) before it get you hurt
Don’t throw it all away, we do this everyday
When it’s time i’ma die with my eyes wide open
But not yet, I’m breathin’, I’m chosen
I’m in the game playin’
You on the sidelines hatin’
Hold up, show love, when I roll up with Ms. Peyton
Loose cannon, Little Hawk, Bruce Banner, who’s damage
I’m branding, I’m hungry, I’m famished, you vanish
Make it or break it’s taking a second
I’m checking for what I am doing that’s great
Feeling my reckoning, now it’s consecutive
Eating up animals, look at my plate, aye
I am not arata, ain’t no written statement
I get obnoxious when I snap on tracks, Whitney Peyton
Everything I spit is blatant, kids are pretty basic
Last two girls I dated related, kids to Satan
Little hitter’s back I’m swinging for the fences
The game needs me I don’t need an intervention
I take my inner tension then I get adventurous
Look so good it’s stupid so eventually they’ll pay attention
Problem was persistence and consistency
One man gang I’m the general of this infantry
Angry infant i am fired up and still charging
OG yelling at you kids like I’m a drill sergeant
I was knocked down nearly everyday
Dusted off my crown nearly everyday
I turned it all around, yeah I found a way
Never paid attention, now ya checkin’ for me everyday
Hold up
I glowed up, now they all show love
Everyday
Hold up
I show up and the place goes nuts
Everyday
You die once but you live your life everyday
Do what you like, love it, never waste your time away
It’s a blessing when you’re living life your way
Like I don’t give a fuck I kick it where the vibes stay
I’m only human no so yes my mind it goes astray
I battle with these demons, I do it everyday
Head of a sick fuck, yeah Chuck’s a sick cunt
Sweat bottles, smoke blunt, everyday I ease pain
Medicate, all I do is medicate
Head in the cloud, henchlord levitate
Let me set you straight, you can hate, I don’t give a fuck
Just have fun and laugh you don’t want this bloodbath
I’m telling you I’ll get at you, Shit’ll get pitiful
Playing with the pistol, got the missile and it’s aimed at you
Heat seeking, I’m on your neck like everyday
Knocking at your door you just wishin’ that I’d go away
(Bye bye) Cause I’m easily one of the greatest
No need to state it to basic rappers with status
Underneath stages I stay on
Overstepping foes like AI
The double cross unable to be computed by suckas while they frames fly
Out the picture
Their ankles broken, my style sicker and slicker than
COVID inside a liquid form
Taste it like liquor sippers
Bouncin’ like ass on strippers
Shining like stars and dippers
Grow bigger until we zipper
Come together or else I behead ‘em because I been ahead
Of anything plan or contingency that they had instead
Don’t ever fuck with the feds, I duck ‘em I bet
Dodging bullets they buss and chuckin’ at my melanin flesh
A felon oh yes, but only cause my mind is a threat
To the fabricated oasis where your life has been set
I bring the dark like I’m set
Only to enlighten like Ra
Round of applause for the light from the God
I was knocked down nearly everyday
Dusted off my crown nearly everyday
I turned it all around, yeah I found a way
Never paid attention, now ya checkin’ for me everyday
Hold up
I glowed up, now they all show love
Everyday
Hold up
I show up and the place goes nuts
Everyday
The stoner wreaking havoc’s back to being problematic
On the stage I am a savage, making every show a classic
My career’s been documented and my name is well established
So’s my struggle with addiction, go relisten to Bad Habits
What didn’t kill me only made me stronger, I weathered the storm
And lately I’ve been paying reparations to the ones I harmed
So save your speculations as to why I ain’t where the fuck I’ve gone
Cause first you’ve got to make it right at home and then you can move on
But I digress to those who seem to fucking forget
How much I did invest in Kottonmouth and now the King Klick
So quit the bullshit and keep your joints lit
Cause your boy J Rich’s back at it again
A pioneer in the weed rap game that’s a fact
And now I’m circling back to everywhere on the map
And I ain’t stoppin’ till they toss me in a coffin
Even then I’ll still be rocking only with big Pac, poppin’
Everyday iam getting better and and better my peek raising /snatch wack mcs off the mic while the beat playing /my 16s like the metal wolverine made with/I made this while chained inside Stephen kings basement/pavement iam banging ya head untill it crack /than wait ya till ya heal in the hospital peel it back/snatch ya poster off of the walls and steal the tacs /wipe my ass with it/all you gimmiks could fill the trash /in the city dump /all that garbage that never sold /iam in the diamond in the rough /uh huh make pressure fold /the blocks hot I want ops better cold /in the morgue chillin lord willing the tech a load /if they roll up we smoking em by like we fired a hooka /my shooters put em the sky like jimmy fly snookah /don’t drive Uber I got body in the back /it’s the subnoize camp ...Than it’s a body on the track yeaa dat
Written by: Brett Saunders, Charles Devries, Paolo Gomes, Robert Castillo, Shane Bunting, Timothy Mcnutt, Whitney Peyton Smith, William Edward Lauderdale III
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