Who's the King
[feat. Darryl Jenifer] [Chorus:] Who's the king? Who's the king? Who's the king? Who? Who's the king? Who's the king? Who⦠hah? Who's the king? Who's the king? Who is the king?[x2] You're the king if you can sing like the king of rock n' roll Filled with a soul and all fucked up on Demerol Like the King you're only headed for the ground Your own Graceland, Your body never found I smell a rat up the back But not a former champion The hardest man alive's in an Indiana prison What does Donnie do about that? He lets his main man rot As his pockets grow fat Don't snooze, you gotta make your moves Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt But still Rodney King got treated like dirt And why can't we all get along? Why get along with the cops They beat you like a dog jumping high with pride in the red, white and blue Was it the thrills, the spills Of the Rocket cycle dude? The King dare devil Took it to another level, Evil Knievel, a well paid rebel [2x] Don't snooze, you gotta make your moves Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt Oh-oh! Yeah⦠you dog The Dog Eat Dog you wanna know who ah di king But dinga-linga-ling jah man the school bell ring But first you hafi know what typa ganja fi bring Say, chat the ridim jah man a song we ah go sing Here mi now youth come check the listing The one Michael Jackson ah di king of the pop The one Don King youth man you get boxed Elvis Presley ah di king of the rock Say, Run-D.M.C. dem ah di king of hip-hop Butta Dog Eat Dog ah di cream of the crop Selassie I ah sit down pon high top, pon high top [Chorus]
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 18, 2026
If I pull my finger on You Would you pull your trigger? Bang clack clack pop pop How many have to drop before it stops Big man with a trigger What makes him bigger by blasting off a cap But how do you figure? The number one son-of-a-gun is named death A thief of life, a poacher of breath It's against me here's a dead ringer You draw the gat And I'll pull my finger
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 18, 2026
I don't even hear what you say It's all about what you do You think you're the mack I'll tell you a fact No-one gives a fuck about you What it is What is was And what you always will be Think You think you're my friend You ain't my friend I hear you talking about respect and clout You never get a bit A front or a back We're gonna smack Time to flip the script on you kid
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 18, 2026
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