The Crown

[Verse 1]
Uh, how the fuck can I smoke a cunt?
Not roll a blunt
Haha, yeah I'm choking up
Give me a sec to sober up
I'm the fucking chosen one
The way your bitch stroke the nut
In the booth posted up, know the bud
She toke a dub - my hoe, my drug dealer
Like Weezy and Kels - she fiend, I can tell
The weed that she sell is heat with a smell
It leaks and propels
High on her own supply, eating so well
Profits across regions of Melb
Leaving trees in the mail
Seasonal girl, leavеs or the hail
Ring for sex like a frеak with a bell
Evil aswell, I put it deep in her tail
She scream and inhale, you'd think it's for help
She like a leech on a cell, teething to tell
Me all the secrets and tales
Unreleased, plug the speaker in
Put my tongue deep in her bum
She love teasing it, she give me crumbs
Mum's home, sneak her in, I'm a fucking demon in
The bedroom I beat it in
When she scream, I think it's in
I'm going to be her boy-toy today
I ain't made it 'til I fuck Coi Leray
But she I'm pretty sure she gay
Let's hope she give the boy a taste
And then enjoy the day, my dick is like boa snake
I could destroy her cake - hey, what Joyner say?
Fuck you mean? My tongue a gun-machine
Stun the scene, the love in me for rap's a drug you see
It's what I bleed, uh
Writing and rapping's enough for me
The cunt's a bonus, I love a V
All this shit is fun to me, fuckery
Spit sick as fuck, I don't have pneumonia
No ghost-writer, guess I got phasmaphobia
I level up, I get stacked and over you
Rack zirconias fact, know we up
No cunt can show me up, uh

[Chorus]
On top of the mountain
Fuck y'all who are doubting
Just talking and mouthing
Can't even pronounce shit
Loud shit, foul shit
Head in the clouds
And we shouting out
Where's the crown, bitch?

On top of the mountain
Fuck y'all who are doubting
Just talking and mouthing
Can't even pronounce shit
Loud shit, foul shit
Head in the clouds
And we shouting out
Where's the crown, bitch?

[Verse 2]
I have it, I'd be happy if I die rapping
Slap me if my life shatters
Tap her and your wife scatters
Guess I lay down the pipe, daggers
Hi rappers, I leave you dripping
Like nice fashion, I'm eye-catching
Haha, who's on top? Got the booth on lock
The new top dog, cushion
What a futon got, I'm what a soup's on hot
This shit knock like a boom-box bop
Straight bread like a cruton lot
You fucking dickhead
I'll pulp you cunt 'til you piss red
My witt's end, splits hairs
I said I'm eye-catching I get stares
This blares, no witch lairs
Talk bare shit there
Change up like a switch
There's a bar for you
Sit there and just glare
How'd he thin of that shit?
Yeah, sick wear, drip like Ric Flair
Fit fire, a lit flare a dime and I kiss cam
A diamond my wrist, yeah - diamond my bitch, yeah
Fuck that, ain't got time for that shit
New bitch is sky-high so I be climbing that bitch
6'5 those hips wide, I'm driving that shit
Shoving that shit
Bust, cum on her tongue and she loving that shit
Tree trunks on my shoulders, got double D boulders
So I'm chucking the bone in, pile-driving the stone in
Loving the moaning, she tugging and groping
Just as I'm busting a load in, oh shit

[Chorus]
On top of the mountain
Fuck y'all who are doubting
Just talking and mouthing
Can't even pronounce shit
Loud shit, foul shit
Head in the clouds
And we shouting out
Where's the crown, bitch?

On top of the mountain
Fuck y'all who are doubting
Just talking and mouthing
Can't even pronounce shit
Loud shit, foul shit
Head in the clouds
And we shouting out
Where's the crown, bitch?