(Opening Bridge)

I’m the King of the Jungle and you an antelope.

I’m the King of the Jungle and you an antelope.

(Chorus 2X)

I’m the King of the jungle and you an antelope/

I’m a disease with no antidote/

Got some screws loose and the hammer close/

It’s a workshop, let me clock in/

These rappers’ squares like they boxed in,

I’m lane swerving like with no fucks,

public enemy with no chuck,

No torch I’ll blast a yung buck/

 

(Verse 1)

You a Meme rapper or a mean rapper?!/ I’m gun buck and a toe tagger/

With a flow swagger I throw daggers at your bone matter/

Have your nose shatter, I don’t give a shit, bad bladder about a success ladder/

When your rhymes whacker then Blueface on that Crip verse/

Someone pass some syrup!/

I don’t understand what the buzz is about/

Got me hating Blue like I’m Blooded now/

I wanna Suwoop every cousin now/

During a full moon like its Bloody now/

With a Red nose and chick on her menstrual leaking out/

Am I reaching out?!/

In a red tee drinking a Snapple apple beefing about the stones that I’m pissing out/

It’s like my shots are so efficient now/

I’m vindictive now when I’m dishing out/

Because these rappers can’t beat a 90 year old dyslexic in a scrabble bout/

So what the fuck is your album about?!/

Fam and clout, white cups pills to the mouth/

Gotta stick to the script/

deep captions with lyrics that are shit

Tough chorus better bridge, Frank Oceans or you Maino?/

Gloves is off like O.J./

while I machete the competition like a cold case/

These boys better use rogaine to get some hairs on their chest/

Before they get clipped like a hang nail/

You cant follow my steps when they still holding on to the handrail!/

(Chorus 2X)

I’m the King of the jungle and you an antelope I’m a disease with no antidote/

Got some screws loose and the hammer close/

It’s a workshop, let me clock in/

These rappers’ squares like they boxed in,

I’m lane swerving like with no fucks,

public enemy with no chuck,

No torch I’ll blast a yung Buck

(Verse 2)

Being dumb that’s a dub now, bad bitches that’s tuition/

Threesome with twin sisters in 4 seasons with 6 figures/

7 days and I ate well, when this 9 hit these dime pieces/

I swear to god I grew an extra inch they both flinched/

And I had a grin, juice and gin/

if Young Thug is nice you on some hallucinogens/

I’ll never hit the booth again, if this is the roof they set/

Then it’s true I’m upset like Aubrey/

Because if the skies the limit I’m outta space ripping through the awning/

You’re going catch this L, like you getting off at Halsey!/

 

Let me get this crown like T’challa while my Queen do something mala/

Sipping Pina colada, I’m revved up like a charger, G.T/

My G.P. is shoot for the top/

and bury the slop and never to stop I’m taking the slot/

Number one spot, hands in the pot/

I’m stirring the pot/

I’m back in my bag Skelton/

With a black ops regiment/

Blasting off and leaving brain residue over your Benjamin’s/

Kill the elephant in the room/

that means you’re fucking doomed/

Because I’m about to go Sandy Hook on the new school/

(Chorus 2X)

I’m the King of the jungle and you an antelope I’m a disease with no antidote/

Got some screws loose and the hammer close/

It’s a workshop, let me clock in/

These rappers’ squares like they boxed in,

I’m lane swerving like with no fucks,

public enemy with no chuck,

No torch I’ll blast a yung buck/