King me, kid, like the fat Al Roker,
Face fucked up like a wallstreet broker
In 2008 on the housing market,
Chop your shit up, drop it off at the farmer market
Now you see that my beef is real,
My pork is real, it's the coldest steel,
Get on some shit and try to talk about it,
Put you in a fridge with a lock around it,
Look, I eat people, I'm the cannibal decker,
Eat your mom and dad, I'm the real homewrecker
Realer than Hannibal Lecter,
I never got caught, never got caught,
Not pathological or nuts, man,
I just got a hunger for some guts, man,
Roast 'em like a turkey at the ren' fair,
King me, eat you, ask questions later.
Back from the dead with a brand new format.
Time for you to king me!
Back from the dead with a brand new format.
Time for you to king me!
Jump on your back and eat your ass,
Back from the dead with a brand new format.
Yeah, that's right,
I got my Mitt Romney money up, stash it in the mattress like a 4-chan cummy cup,
Full beef rub 'n tug, handin' you a coffee mug,
Do you want some of my hot chocolate?
It's still good.
I'm a cheap motherfucker,
Rollin' around in a car that should have been cashed for crunkers,
Droppin' bones in your bunker.
Those are the remains
Of the facts that I had to broadcast,
Back from the dead with a brand new format.
I passed out and I was gone,
Came back to life and everything was more real,
Yeah, I'm Roosevelt, and this is the deal,
You gotta break a person to make a meal,
You gotta break bones to make 'em meal,
You gotta get the marrow out.
Back from the dead with a brand new format.
Time for you to king me!
Back from the dead with a brand new format.
It's time for you to king me!
Jump on your back and eat your ass,
Back from the dead with a brand new format.
Yeah, it's time for you to suck about 8, 000 assholes. I'm your new king, these are the rules.