Go stream grim grieves

Chorus:
Look at me, then look at you
I am the king, boy, you are the fool
I got the crown, boutta shut shit down
I ain’t letting mother fuckers get in the way of my rule
Bitch, look at me, then look at you
I am the king, boy, you are the fool
I got the crown, boutta shut shit down
I ain’t letting mother fuckers get in the way of my rule

Verse:
Mother fuckers cold blooded, wanna say something, buddy?
Leave your nose bloody, fuck photos, my bros gunning
For a thousand streams, so I’ll do a lead track
Telling y’all to go listen to that
Check the name in the title
There’s Covid, so no recitals
So I’m reciting “Look At Me” in the chorus for Grim’s revival
We got a tape coming, he got a tape coming, I got a tape coming
Future shit coming- no Billy Idol
I’m back in the game, still laughing at lames
I attack with a brain, got witty lines
I’m lashing, you’re maimed, what an asshole say
Ain’t a mother fucking worry of mine
Yo, I’m packing with pain, I’m attracting the dames
And grabbing the reins of the horse I’m backing
Actors are slain in a fiery rage
I would say that I caught you lacking
Came back under fire, you could say I’m born in a mortar
“You’re borderline psycho” No fucking duh
If I can’t make a dollar, I’ll split the Prez into quarters
I can afford a good mix now, that’s pretty neat

Chorus:
Look at me, then look at you
I am the king, boy, you are the fool
I got the crown, boutta shut shit down
I ain’t letting mother fuckers get in the way of my rule
Bitch, look at me, then look at you
I am the king, boy, you are the fool
I got the crown, boutta shut shit down
I ain’t letting mother fuckers get in the way of my rule