[Frank Metts]

Metts is looking down on all you lames I'm stake'n my claim
I've Done Been married to fame but don't rock a ring or chain
Franks Dishing out the pain, soo fuck u peasants this won't be pleasant
You step in my presence, your face will be the news at eleven
Then re-ran at seven. Words from heaven, this isnt a lecture
you'll be needing dentures when I swing and make u kiss the septor
I hate these fucking jesters, comedy claiments for my entertainment
Come up with a funny statement or I'm putting u under the pavment
Even though I'm way bent, I still see my vision with pristine percision
im alone on the throne, no competition I'm in my own division
Yall Queens bitchin. Servants feeding me grapes I'm above the fakes
I'm Soo fly my robes a cape! Why concentrate on constant hate?
This is no debate, u want my spot come get it, you'll lose admit it
Faggots must be dimwitted this the new era, the crowns my fitted
Fuck considerate, must be'a swag thing, here's the pinky bling
U know what? fuck it, kiss the tims and pay respects to your king