Jensen - Porcelain Throne Lyrics

Yo
About to send out my first track ever
Let this be my opening letter
From here it just gets better and better
If you've got a girlfriend then get her a sweater
This is not the first track and it wont be the last that I
Murder and take in the back of my hatchback
Hearse to the grave that rap inhabits
I'm a necromancer and rap is the cadaver
If you think you're a rapper prepare your bladder
I came up with half of these bars in the bathroom
To sit on this throne you'll need a ladder
You're the king of the dead call this a scat tomb
I looked down in the bowl and saw the state of rap
I flushed it bye bye had enough of that
Rushed a drive by roughed up the track
Crushed it no lie left out the back
I could spit it ill like I'm feeling sick
Talk about guns, drugs and dealings in
But you already heard enough of this
That's why I'm sitting here talking shit
Take my phone out and take a pic of what's
In my toilet and tag you in it
This game is full of politics and it's
Starting to get me kidna pissed
You're unoriginal like hating Trump and
Like N.K. you can call my bluff
Like splashing my ass you make me jump when I
Hear these bars you must have found in the dump
I flushed down the toilet bowl but
I need the plunger cause it's overstuffed
I've been working out, getting swole
So I might just come out on stage in the buff
The game went from Snoop Dog to poop logs
But now I've got somebody to poop on
I must turd, call it grey poupon
I'm flustered with stage that you're on
I might just drop an N-Bomb just to piss off
Every single moron in hip hop who
Thinks that racism is a bunch of words
That's absurd your views are backwards like Kris Kross
Boom, I got the beats and the tunes to
Make you so mad you end up on the news
To make you so sad you start singing the blues
To break you in half and erase your tattoos
You can take it or leave it I'm just getting started
You bake it and breathe it and act so retarded
For God's sake delete it your music is garbage
You might not believe till I leave you this carnage
Flush that, back to the poop jokes
Who knows when I'm coming with the new flow
Too fast for that young new school flow
Cruel blow you might call it too low
Which flow will I go with next?
I know they all float so you can take a rain check
I know they all dope so you can take a drug test
I know when the game dies I'll be suspect
I'll piss on your parade call it my Trump card
Rollin' Air Raid like two-thousand bumped hard
Tossing grenades turn the game to a graveyard
Oral Flamethrower now I leave the mic charred
Take a shot of this it's a sober hit
You think you're on top better get over it
Looking kinda pale when I flush you down the toilet
Claim you the king I hope you enjoy it
I hope my confidence isn't over blown
But the bar you've set is pretty low and
Far above it I've already flown so
Enjoy sitting on your Porcelain Throne