Hah, yeah, lord on my throne
Man wanna talk, but get caught in the throat
You can not walk in the court that I roam
Kingdom drawn from the sword in the stone
Cast them in red like a York to a Rose
Pardon my French, that's the conqueror's notes
Hard to the death 'cause I'm forged in the throes
So they part with their heads like they Mordred & Co
They gon' look at my texts, what I said gon' happen
Got the crown on my head, this what men call "fashion"
'Cause I angled the East and the Western Saxons
George cause my pen so dragon
My knights sending rounds when they get to action
My blade stay long - how I Edward shank'em
Can't deal with the King, paint 'em Red like Baron
Like a prince in the tower cause the death ain't random
And I'm known for my threats, but still repping a coat of mail
Got the blows on the Beaufort Scale