Duke of the Land

[Chorus]
I'm a king, I'm the win, call me duke of the land
Got me up, for these chumps, drawing lines in the sand
Fuckin' weighin in, I'm flying like I'm Peter Pan
Alladin on a carpet, desert eagle in his hand

[Verse]
Droppin' napalm on these fuckers, fire makes them all blend in
I'm on the mend, come with a band, drawin' 'em out, I'm bloodied again
Licking like you want it bitch its drippin' from my slumber stand
Sleep walking when I'm sleep murkin', psycho with a brand
Scriptz wit, like 50 feet of flip tricks
Casper slide to fakiee switch, keep glisten for the listeners
I'm shinin' like a mine, fillеd with gold and some sublime
That little glimpsе of the other realm when in need of the 9
Milimeter for the eaters at your ankles and your mind
Guess the sanity is either that I'm god or stuck to mine
Doesnt matter 'cause I'm leaning top of time
Running off of patience for the future got my habits left behind

[Chorus]
I'm a king, I'm the win, call me duke of the land
Got me up, for these chumps, drawing lines in the sand
Fuckin' weighin in, I'm flying like I'm Peter Pan
Alladin on a carpet, desert eagle in his hand