Doc Holliday - King Fantastic

Behold the pale horse, the man who sat on him was death

And hell followed with him

In my caddy like a sugar daddy, smoking on swishers

Drinking brown liquor, hella loud like a nigga

Jamming like an old man, listening to Gap Band

Strap on my motherfucking lap too

And my strap is on my motherfucking lap too

I am too old for playing, I will blap you

I keep a Widowmaker in the tuck

That’s incase a young buck get tough

Yeah I can spend a couple dollars on a murder case

If I didn’t pop him I was probably dead anyway

I’m an old school shooter from the city

It’s a lot of loose ends still wanna come get me

But ain’t no fear over here my dear

I’m at the bar by myself, three shots and three beers

Face to the door, no Benny Blanco

I got a nigga funeral sitting in my poncho

You push that line if you want to

Turning down a fight is what I don’t do

I go baboon, you ask my psych

You talking that dumb shit, that’s what I like

Yeah I’m damn near forty, I’m married with two kids

But I’ll be your Huckleberry, hey it is what it is

In my caddy like a sugar daddy, smoking on swishers

Drinking brown liquor, hella loud like a nigga

Jamming like an old man, listening to Gap Band

Strap on my motherfucking lap too

In my caddy like a sugar daddy, smoking on swishers

Drinking brown liquor, hella loud like a nigga

Jamming like an old man, listening to Gap Band

Strap on my motherfucking lap too

And my strap is on my motherfucking lap too

I am too old for playing, I will blap you

I max out on a hoe nigga

Ego be yelling, «go nigga, go nigga»

My buddies hate it when I get like this

Catch me on the wrong day and I’ll lose my shit

Nigga can’t come down, nigga can’t think straight

Feeling superhuman nigga, running off hate

So that’s my resume nigga, how 'bout yours?

You better think twice before you start this war

'Cause I’ma war filthy, you’re gonna have to kill me

I’m trying to act normal, that is not the real me

I’m a crazy criminal, a druggy, a drunk

I’m Mr. kick-it-off with the pump in the trunk

Yeah, I’m a bad, bad man, I do bad, bad things

I ain’t got this reputation for nothing, naw I mean?

Something wrong with my wires, I was born on fire

So the murder slowed down, but the Killer don’t retire

In my caddy like a sugar daddy, smoking on swishers

Drinking brown liquor, hella loud like a nigga

Jamming like an old man, listening to Gap Band

Strap on my motherfucking lap too

In my caddy like a sugar daddy, smoking on swishers

Drinking brown liquor, hella loud like a nigga

Jamming like an old man, listening to Gap Band

Strap on my motherfucking lap too

And my strap is on my motherfucking lap too

I am too old for playing, I will blap you

Don’t make no mistake

It’s not revenge he’s after, it’s a record

In my caddy like a sugar daddy, smoking on swishers

Drinking brown liquor, hella loud like a nigga

Jamming like an old man, listening to Gap Band

Strap on my motherfucking lap too

In my caddy like a sugar daddy, smoking on swishers

Drinking brown liquor, hella loud like a nigga

Jamming like an old man, listening to Gap Band

Strap on my motherfucking lap too

And my strap is on my motherfucking lap too

And my strap is on my motherfucking lap too

And my strap is on my motherfucking lap too

I am too old for playing, I will blap you

Wanna take it earlier, Huckleberry again

Doctor of your holiday…