Mac Lethal - Royals Cap (Number The Stars) lyrics

It's rainy in my back yard
Sunny in my front yard that's beauty to me
But to all you other fuck tards shit
I kill you 'till you're dead
I got a wad of cash
And a Royals cap tilted on my head
This ain't about the world series
I'm just proud of Kansas city
So I'm gonna make the whole
Entire world hear me
This is the home of Tech N9ne
The biggest indie rapper in the world
And that dude defends the belt yearly
Dearly beloved I got a couple
Beers from the cubbard
From boulevard and fuck it
Here's another cheers to most wanted vodka
Gin we ain't got no beach in Kansas city
Just lots a friends
But some of us are broke as fuck
Bills ain't paid yet


Even tommy Morrison failed the AIDS test word
He must of thought that he was magic
A lot of people here do and all
Of 'em are tragic fuck it
I guess I'm gonna go bowling
Then I'm gonna get a hot meal at Bo Lings
Larry Johnson was the mayor but he's a clown
Cause Jamaal Charles ran him out of town
That's the Kansas city sound
Can you number the stars
Oh can you number the stars
Oh can you number the stars
Because they looking like us


You can leave and try to
Say you're never coming back
Just please don't forget your Royals cap

Lets go beyond Waldo
Where the Kansas City pimps got girls
That they beat like Sean Malto
Winter here is almost six months long
So it's dark out at 5pm
It's not fall though
You can meet me at the Jones pool
Where the guidos and the girls are so cool
A lot of amateurs built lives on the coast
But I stayed here and turned
On the blow torch
And started given fools hell to pay
This the home of Don
Cheadle and Janelle Monae
This the home of Satchel
Paige and Buck O'Neil
Where the party girls rub those pills
That's why the clubs so trill
Spin stars are Mike Scott on the mix fool
It's summer time but ain't
Another city this cool
Sometimes I feel like a spoiled brat
In my brand-new bright blue Royals cap
Can you number the stars
Oh can you number the stars
Oh can you number the stars
Because they looking like us


You can leave and try to
Say you're never coming back
Just please don't forget your Royals cap
Come on

But what an embarrassment
Y'all be picketing at funerals
It's fucking hilarious
Spilling out hate speech to pay yourself
Saying god hates gays
Man you're gay yourself
Saying god hates fags and makes homos hurt
Tryin' hide behind the bible
In your globo church
You got hate in your stupid soul
Man you're the reason god never lets the
Chiefs win the fucking superbowl
Little fucktards
There's a pool party in my backyard
And the raps are in the front yard
You're all getting fat little lazy boy asses
Kansas City hustle bitch crazy boy status
Black clover every single day baby
I'm gonna reinvest everything that
They pay me
I'm gonna build an empire that's
A hard boil fact
I'm never gonna take off my Royals cap damn
I wanna give out a big
Shout out to Fred Phelps
And his little army of hate mongers
You guys're clearly the reason
That Kansas City
Is not one of the most notorious
And popular places in the entire
United Sates of America
We are a beautiful, culturally enriched
Artistic city stop that anti-gay bullshit
Kansas City boy can you number the stars
Oh can you number the stars
Oh can you number the stars
Because they looking like us


You can leave and try to
Say you're never coming back
Just please don't forget your Royals cap
Damn

Frank White jim Eisenreich
George Brett willie Wilson
Steve Balboni bob Boone
Bret Saberhagen little motherfucker
Dan Quisenberry tom Gordon

Tilt your royals cap homie