(Verse 1: Natti) Sire of sires, hiding behind squires Similar to the emperors transparent attire My guillotine swings and kings become silent Let the blue blood run red to make violet Let the brand new blood shed define violent Fighting over the chair that's highest up in the air The crown lives forever for never a lack of heir How do lambs try to come to lay claim to a lion's share? Everybody claim to have a kings just cause Most wanna be the king just cus Its become about as mindless as Midas minus the touch Or a search and seizure of Ceasar's whole harem of sluts Minus the nuts Top of the mountain is much colder Coming for the crown that's rapped round ya molar Striking to bring fin to a shit eating grin Most made men turn maiden Few are brave till the end
(Hook: Sheisty Khrist) Yes! They playin checkers not chess Check the way that I move on the set King shit On the throne leaning, leg across the armrest Gold chains draped on my neck King shit I seen guys with dreams they had wings to fly Get crushed like flies King shit The king dies, and darkness will touch the skies But the sun shall rise King shit
(Verse 2: Deacon The Villain) You can bow or watch your bough break If the King swing leave you looking like some round steak You just jest Punch you in your clown face Fire turned flesh Turn you into pound cake Smokin something loud as the crowd When this castle forged steel came round to ya brow And ya crown fell I'm flyer than the ravens Carrying the news on your new found enslavement Any last words for your tombstone engravement As laymen lay with yo ladies for payment Cool enough to pull a coup in a coupe That weak talk make me sick, somebody brew me some soup Any regrets I'll let you brood in a noose When I come home to roost get reduced (hol’ up!) And fuck ya flag you need trust for truce Death to anyone who cuts you loose I'm talking that king shit
(Hook)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
