Tha World Iz Mine lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, wassup, boys? This is Mr. Krane, hop up in my car and tell my chaffeur to the top, b*tch!

[Verse 1]
My name K-RZA, who the f*ck are you?
The modern rap GZA, king of the YouTube
Don't think about future, and who the f*ck cares?
You little ki-ke-dy-ke b*tches hate me when I swear
You want me to apologize? Go suck your doggy's di*k
Get lots of threats in my address, my rhyme so f*cking sick
And I'm so ill, I am like Pirlo spitting free kick
Or like Mr. Shady, put your muthaf*ckin' ass to sleep
It's time to start the adult life, join the big rich town
Break your f*cking neck, hijack the crown
Get drunk every f*cking day
See me naked, b*tch? Press the play
I'm a sick muthaf*cka that is rated R
Please believe I wanna become a real star
I want to shine with a muthaf*ckin' bottle and a gun
Aw, sh*t, you f*ckin' scratch my scar!
I put a piece of yayo in my nosehold
You put my homie d-down your throat
I'm drowning in my swimming pool
Please let me f*cking go ba-back to school
Aw, f*ck it, here comes time for hook
You gotta f*cking hear it, b*tches, look
You see my trophies, you see my chain?
I won them all, 'cuz I'm Mr. Krane!
[Hook]
I'mma f*ck the world, you can put this in your lap
Rap until my lips go numb, I ain’t plan on looking back
If you take my phone I'mma throw you on the carpet
Take you out and throw you in the cage, there you can starve, b*tch
I'mma f*ck the world, you can put this in your lap
Rap until my lips go numb, I ain’t plan on looking back
If you take my phone I'mma throw you on the carpet
If you take my papers I'mma mark you as a target, b*tch

[Verse 2]
All I do is win so I don't think I shoulda back down
Take a final bow, take out my gun and blow your jam, fowl
Spoil my reputation with some murders of the fan-suckers
That came to my party looking like some hipsta-muh-f*ckas
I crack another Jackey bottle, pour it up, light a bluntie, seduce a model
Rough sex, ass-rape, this b*tch wanna blow up my tape
Get paid every f*cking night, you the realest, you know what I like
PS4, G5 Jet, fly as hell, you know what I get
Got 100 problems and a b*tch ain't one
She got a diamond, I got a gun
The massacre nearby the church -
The best destiny this f*cking world deserves
I'm sure I gotta burn in hell
But 'fore that I go to Cluckin' Bell
Take that hu-ge 45
Take a mic and say the sh*t you like
"I started from the bottom, now I run the game
I got the money, guns, sl*ts, friends & fame
I ain't leaving, b*tch, ain't playing
I keep it rappin', you know what I'm saying?
Let's throw the party, twerk it from left to right
You gotta make my Goldie sh-shi-ne bright
Your host for evening is Mr. Krane
And I say "f*ck you!", have a nice day, biatch!"
[Hook]