Samuel Vincent - Royal Fool

{Verse}
Every time you walk in the room you appear funny
Dancing in the streets like a fool for some beer money
You try to juggle but fumble the ball, hacky sack
Cut to the chase I’m in a Murray, Caddyshack
Every rhyme I spit is action packed
I break in the Tabarnak after crack for some extra snacks
Down the wine with a side of the body of Christ
Horrific grain feeling pain like ominous rice
If it’s a battle that you want then have at you
I break you down like bad statues, you don’t add value
Yeah, that’s just the way of the blade
There’s no lifeline to God by saving thе grace
I’m shaving your face with the sidе of a kunai
Overstep your boundaries, jester, then you die
Yeah, there’s no chance that you can skip town
Keep talking shit it look like your fucking lip brown

{Chorus}
Running ‘round the courtyard, running ‘round the courtyard
You a damn fool and you think that you can go hard
Running ‘round the courtyard, running ‘round the courtyard
Your life is entertaining dawg but you ain’t no bard
Running ‘round the courtyard, running ‘round the courtyard
You nothing but a clown cousin you won't go far
Running ‘round the courtyard, running ‘round the courtyard
You like a village without booze ain't got no bars

{Verse}
Yeah
You a jester, fitting that it’s funny business
Licensed off to the King just like a funny witness
I’m in my own league like a show from Nick Kroll
Got a homing missile and it’s aimed at ya dick hole
Listen brother, this is bigger than rap beef
I leave you decaying for days in acid like black teeth
I pack trees like a lumberjack, fill you up with mustard gas
Leave you dying, lying on a luggage rack
After I crush your back, homie it’s donezo
It’s like bringing a switchblade to a fucking gun show
I’m the crypt keeper with these big cleavers
You drive me up a fucking wall like thick sneakers
I’m the chaperon of you wack kids
I spray acetone on your dome, light up your wack wig
I’m that sick, I belong in the ICU
Leave you sipping through a bendy straw like an ICEE blue

{Chorus}
Running ‘round the courtyard, running ‘round the courtyard
You a damn fool and you think that you can go hard
Running ‘round the courtyard, running ‘round the courtyard
Your life is entertaining dawg but you ain’t no bard
Running ‘round the courtyard, running ‘round the courtyard
You nothing but a clown cousin you won't go far
Running ‘round the courtyard, running ‘round the courtyard
You like a village without booze ain't got no bars
Stop whining