King Raja's video: Fire Mixtape: The Dank Ballad of Great King Raja

[Dank Lyrics] They say I wouldn’t last like i’m some kind of Princess Hit an underpass and crash and scream in a black limousine But little do they know that your King is at the scene And you can call me the Stapler cause I put these lyrics together Like little bits of weed and paper But these kids can’t see what I mean When I say that i’m a Swiggity Swaggity Brown MC And your church priest says i’m a walking dank meme Everywhere I go people preach to the choir Saying every step I take causes genital fire Hello I am Raja, your dank step-father Your mother was nice but we got in a fight My spits hotter than a lighter, so sit and admire Here have a pickle I can drop two dimes and pick up a nickel you look like a dog with three fucking nipples But little do you know that I can celebrate every fucking week People get me so much shit, buuuutt All I want for my birthday is my old Loch n Load All I want for my birthday is my old Loch n Load When I die, bury me inside the Steam Store. When I die, bury my internal hard drive. All I want for my birthday is my old Loch n Load All I want for my birthday is my old Loch n Load We got a new update so I call it TF:GO RRR...RRR.. Tongue moving, cooking real slow I’m in the castle, fans everywhere Just dropped my mixtape, competition dead You the realest peasant breathing if I hold my breath Your mother, blow my cartridge, RRRRRRRRRR, hold that text Golden crown, Frying Pan When your mom leave me she need a leg cast From bouncing up and down like a fucking marathon I can cook up some mean shit in my frying pan YouTube Hits, Greatest List, with a big dong See Peasants, I am King, a phenomenon When I die, bury me inside of Nicki Minaj When I die, bury my external hard drive True to my vision, King Raja everywhere i’m trimpin So when I die, bury me next to my loch n load! It’s ya boi “Salty Kush” signin off for King Raja Lemme spit some shit while still high on the ganja I can’t think straight cuz of all this Marijuana But my bars still hotter than it is in a sauna I make hard cash cuz imma fuckin drug deala How can mirrors be real if our eyes aren’t real (BRUH) I’m done with my rap, and this is the end *Cough cough* wait what were we doing again?