Had to get those internet weirdos off my chest. Holy shit. 

Lyrics:
Holy shit boys
Look at this guy...
Gigachads deformed twin
UK basement goblin
fucked up teeth and retard grin
Let's smoke some fags...

Ten tabs open, stalking IG's live
Inbred fingers flyin, sexually deprived
Fat black incel, belly hangin to the floor
Soft dick energy and attention whore
Doxxin' addresses, sendin' fake CPS
Mindgame amateur, your life's a fuckin' mess
14 year old jokes? Hope you catch a fade
PDF creep gettin bodied fetchin' nades
Kindergarden manipulator, cry when you get banned
Then make twenty alts with your greasy little hands
Ain't tough, you're a joke, a laughin' stock
Hope i catch you IRL, body you until you drop

Fuck em up!
Rats that rise, get put down!
Groomer kings done, losin' their crown!
Ski mask season, opps gettin' drilled!
Heads gonna pop, brain's gettin spilled!
No face no case, ya know what i'm sayin
But your fuckin' grave still gettin filled
Fuck em up!

Drills on drills that's the daily bread
One in the chest one in the head
Talkin tough? Now you fuckin' dead

Time for change - balaclava bars
Shank these freaks, brain damage permanent scars
Leak her family then cry "it was bait"
Fuck off mate, You fuckin dee-generate
You'll just parasites, attention beggars
Life long virgins, never seen some vadgers
Harass than ban evade, no care for the harm
Revenge's on it's way, steady 'n' calm
Mass flag heroes, but touchin' kids
You life's ending in a cage, quit
No grass touched, no pussy either
Just a bunch of bollocks
Die 'n' rot, all i see is tickin' clocks

Fuck em up!
Rats that rise, get put down!
Groomer kings done, losin' their crown!
Ski mask season, opps gettin' drilled!
Heads gonna pop, brain's gettin spilled!
No face no case, ya know what i'm sayin
But your fuckin' grave still gettin filled
Fuck em up!

Drills on drills that's the daily bread
One in the chest one in the head
Talkin tough? Now you fuckin' dead

You're enforcin' nothin you mute cunts
Get rekked...

Fuck em up!
Rats that rise, get put down!
Groomer kings done, losin' their crown!
Ski mask season, opps gettin' drilled!
Heads gonna pop, brain's gettin spilled!
No face no case, ya know what i'm sayin
But your fuckin' grave still gettin filled
Fuck em up!

Drills on drills that's the daily bread
One in the chest one in the head
Talkin tough? Now you fuckin' dead
Dead.

Fuck Em Up

Debut EP of the band Cemetery Corpse Cult

Cemetery Corpse Cult - Devil Take The Wheel

Cemetery Corpse Cult - Momma's Boy

Dust

Flatline Fever

Original Lyrics from 1877 - Bergatrollets frieri - Herr Mannelig

Herr Mannelig

The lyrics are from the Palästinalied from Walther von der Vogelweide - 14th century.

Palästinalied

[Verse]
Another morning!
Another endless night behind me
Woke up happy but i can feel the drain
Got that FOMO browsing insta
but it's triggering my jealousy!

[Verse]
Saw the story you posted
Decided i'll be on my best behavior
Try to act with grace
Congratulate you - hashtag bless
Been a year since we seperated
hashtag stressed, slightly depressed
I'm bad at pretending that i moved on, i guess

[Pre-Chorus]
I should be happy 
That you're gone gone gone
I should be happy
That we're done done done
But somehow
Somewhere deep within me
I still miss you
I still miss kissing you
But than i remember
(What a bitch you are!)

[Chorus]
THANK FUCKING YOU!
YOU'RE GONE GONE GONE!
THANK ALL THE GODS! 
OLD AND ANEW!
WE'RE DONE DONE DONE!
WE'RE DONE DONE DONE!

[Post-Chorus]
Uuuhoh oh'oh'oh'oh
THANK FUCKING YOU!
THANK ALL THE GODS! 
We're done!

[Instrumental]

[Verse]
I burned all the pictures
Yeah i still got em all on my phone
Still wear that shirt you bought me
(You're like a ghost haunting my home)
Your perfume still lingers
Your playlist's still on my radio
Every song hits hard
Yeah.. you set the bar... 
You set the bar

[Pre-Chorus]
I should be laughin'
That you're gone gone gone
But i'm still crashing out
When i hear our song
But somehow
Somewhere deep within me
I still miss you
I still miss kissing you
But than i remember
(What a bitch you are!)

[Chorus]
THANK FUCKING YOU!
YOU'RE GONE GONE GONE!
THANK ALL THE GODS! 
OLD AND ANEW!
WE'RE DONE DONE DONE!
WE'RE DONE DONE DONE!

[Post-Chorus]
Uuuhoh oh'oh'oh'oh
THANK FUCKING YOU!
THANK ALL THE GODS! 
We're done!

[Instrumental]

[Bridge]
No more fights at 2 A.M.
No more tears i can't defend
No more checks of who i'm with
No more poison from your lips
No more...
No more...
NO MORE!

[Chorus]
THANK FUCKING YOU!
YOU'RE GONE GONE GONE!
THANK ALL THE GODS! 
OLD AND ANEW!
I'M DONE DONE DONE
GOD KNOWS I'M HAVING FUN!
BYE BYE BABY I MOVED ON!
THANK FUCKING YOU!
I'M GONE GONE GONE!

Thank You

Mister Whiskers

Turn me up

For all the bots out there.... get rekked.

[Refrain]
Block! Block! Block! - ya bitch ass gettin' drop dropped
Block! Block! Block!- fake ass love get pop popped
Those real plays ain't it - keep em - eat shit
Suck my motherfuckin' dick i make it fuckin' fit fit
Block! Block! Block! - ya relentless parasites rot rot
Block! Block! Block! - i fuck you up with every shot shot
You greedy retarded cunts think ya clever clever!

Block Block - bitches burn in hell forever ever!

[Verse]
Fuck yeah, new follow, fire beat bro
Yeah, yeah, sure sure, kiss my ass!
Two lines later you beggin' for cash
Faster than the motherfuckin' flash!
Looks like a retard finger-painted with his cock
Nah bro you can't paint keep that dogshit slop!

[Verse]
Next retard "Lyric video just 20 bucks" - same ass template
Are all the morons here, talentless fuckin' brainless apes?
Then the king arrives, real listeners bro organic
Ten K bots from bangladesh, desperate mongoloid in panic!
Bitch yo got a hard time payin' rent, go watch cartoons
I swear this platform's full of leeches 'n' dead ass goons!

[Hook]
DELETE! DELETE! - you fuckin leeches!
DELETE! DELETE! - suck my meaty meat!
DELETE! DELETE! - scram scam bitch!
DELETE! DELETE! - eat shit! eat shit! eat shit!
DELETE! DELETE! - stop to fuckin breeth!
DELETE! DELETE! - overdose on speed!
DELETE! DELETE! - Bitch you ain't me!
DELETE! DELETE! - i drop you guaranteed!

[Post-Hook]
RAAAAAH! POW! POW! POW!
RAAAAH! POW! POW! POW!

[Verse]
Holt on... slow - lemme read this bullshit
Colab opportunity - translation: pay my rent real quick!
Fifty for a Verse soundin' like Ai gettin' strangled
Shit cracks me up, did you hate your puberty? 
Were you mangled?

[Verse]
Playlist plugs, couple thousand bots and 5 retarded cunts!
Curated by a special-ed kiddo that want's my fuckin funds!
Slop bots commenting fire fire, shit slaps, hits!
From sexygirl69_real with fo sure no tits!
You think you sharks, you think you smellin blood 
Fuck off, ok? 
Stop targeting the poor you bottom feedin' ghouls!

[Hook]
DELETE! DELETE! - you fuckin leeches!
DELETE! DELETE! - suck my meaty meat!
DELETE! DELETE! - scram scam bitch!
DELETE! DELETE! - eat shit! eat shit! eat shit!
DELETE! DELETE! - stop to fuckin breeth!
DELETE! DELETE! - overdose on speed!
DELETE! DELETE! - Bitch you ain't me!
DELETE! DELETE! - i drop you guaranteed!

[Post-Hook]
RAAAAAH! POW! POW! POW!
RAAAAH! POW! POW! POW!

[Bridge: Spoken Word]
"You fuckin' lucky this ain't the streets."
"I'd thunderdome your asses."
"Put you down like the dogs you are."
"Fuck all y'all."

[Post-Hook]
RAAAAAH! POW! POW! POW!
RAAAAH! POW! POW! POW!

[Outro]
Next message... 
DELETE!

Bots Bots Bots

Where'd Our Love Go

Original Lyrics by Walther von der Vogelweide ~12th century

Under der linden

Dance Little Sister

Big Trunk

Angelique

Rubber Duck

Original Lyrics by Walther von der Vogelweide

Owê war sint verswunden

[Intro]
Do ghrá do chuir mise i mbrón is i m'fhéin-phian
(Your love has plunged me into sorrow and self-torment)
Is ní bheadh ceol ná craosach agam ach tú féin  
(No music nor harp would I have but you alone)
Do b'fhéidir go mbeidh sinn arís i ngrá sa neamh
(Perhaps we'll be in love again in heaven)
Ach anois is mo bhrón, mo chreach, mo chrá ort
(But now is my sorrow, my ruin, my torment on you)

[Verse]
Found it on your collar last tuesday
After you work trip back from Berlin
Velvet smear that doesn't match my red
Kissed me, said sorry you're half dead
Drinks with the guys, sweety, still jet-lagged
Said i shouldn't be mad... 
Yawned "Another night babe, another night"

[Pre-Chorus]
If i pretend i've seen nothing
Will you ever come clean?
If i could rewind to the drop-off, 
Would you turn around and chose me? 
Uuooh what would you say? Would you stay?
[Break]
We carved our names in that willow tree by the sea
Do you remember?
Talked about responsibilities and a family tree

[Drop]
[Chorus]
I slashed your tires!
Broke that vintage replica!
Plastic Yoda had a catastrophic crash
Broke the beamer with a single smash
Lit up your X-Box! I watched it burn!
I shredded every single Pokemon card!
Bleached all your collector's shirts!
Lit up your lies! I watched them burn!
[Break]
And i danced and danced and danced!
To the sick beat of the fire alarm!

[Instrumental]

[Verse]
Couldn't stand all the memories
Couldn't stand your smell no more
Packed up late and was gone for good
Guess you deserve some applause for sure
For all the time you fooled me
I was so blind and so naive
[Break]
Thanks for the cure... 

[Chorus]
I slashed your tires!
Broke that vintage replica!
Plastic Yoda had a catastrophic crash
Broke the beamer with a single smash
Lit up your X-Box! I watched it burn!
I shredded every single Pokemon card!
Bleached all your collector's shirts!
Lit up your lies! I watched them burn!
[Break]
And i danced and danced and danced!
To the sick beat of the fire alarm!

[Bridge]
Charizard? (Not fire proof!)
Boba's rocket? (Melted that goof!)
Funko pops? (Heads went poof!)
Millenium Falcon? (Through the roof)
Yeezys? (BBQ hoof!)
Ultramarines? (Heresy! Burned, no proof)
Hoverboard?
Nah, that one i kept. 
Back to the future is goated...

[Chorus]
I slashed your tires!
Broke that vintage replica!
Plastic Yoda had a catastrophic crash
Broke the beamer with a single smash
Lit up your X-Box! I watched it burn!
I shredded every single Pokemon card!
Bleached all your collector's shirts!
Lit up your lies! I watched them burn!
[Break]
And i danced and danced and danced!
To the sick beat of the fire alarm!

[Instrumental Solo]

[Outro]
Do ghrá do chuir mise i mbrón is i m'fhéin-phian
(Your love has plunged me into sorrow and self-torment)
Is ní bheadh ceol ná craosach agam ach tú féin  
(No music nor harp would I have but you alone)
Do b'fhéidir go mbeidh sinn arís i ngrá sa neamh
(Perhaps we'll be in love again in heaven)
Ach anois is mo bhrón, mo chreach, mo chrá ort
(But now is my sorrow, my ruin, my torment on you)

Gaelic Source: An Raibh Tú ag an gCarraig?
Úna Bhán (Fair Una) - Gaelic Lament

Úna Dubh - Fire Alarm

The machine is watching. Stay safe. Good luck. 

Taste Of The Face

I'm so glad you could make it
Grateful you could tune in tonight
We're all here for the announcement

Ladies and Gentleman...
I am... ... Still shocked
Still reeling
Like a long lost relative walked right through the door
You're happy...
Til he reveals it's his final tour before his curtain drop
And for a moment, your heart.... stops...
Woah a gut punched pain you never felt before

He lived a good long life, of course
Left strong roots in all of us
A treasure full of history's being left behind
That ancient drive to move, express and sing
Am i right?

Dear friends and family!
Grief and pain fills me right here on the stage!
With what i have to say!
We have a new victim of the serial killer!
Music got murdered!
Oooh oh oh music's dead!
Our good old friend music passed away!

He killed truth and the Human Touch!
He killed the last bit of responsibility!
And just before he came for Music...
He killed creativity!!!

Lots of folks tried to end him
Mmhmm that's true
But somehow he survived 'em all
Last hundread years though
They were really after his fall
Free airplay on the radio just cheapened the sound
The devil made his first attempt
When jazz and rock came around
Disco and synth's for sure started the decline
MTV hit hard, gave music some scars
Never recovered, but always said he's fine
All real feelings were gone with Synth-pop
Just brainless people waiting for a beat to drop

Music was angry!
Samples were just lazy and theft
Rap wasn't music, but music was bitter
as they came at him with music out of a box
Come on guys, computer's are no instrument!
Computer's got no soul 
And you wonder where the spirit went!
New age, good vocals were against the law
Just auto-tune and go, it fixed every flaw
Manufactured perfection
Perfected deception
But thank god we got rid of piracy
cause streaming fixed it
No more artists stuck in poverty
Am i right?

Dear friends and family!
Grief and pain fills me right here on the stage!
With what i have to say!
We have a new victim of the serial killer!
Music got murdered!
Oooh oh oh music's dead!
Our good old friend music passed away!

He killed truth and the Human Touch!
He killed the last bit of responsibility!
And just before he came for Music...
He killed creativity!!!

But the serial killer finally did...
What the others could not
He could do it all
Right there on the spot
Make a whole damn song and perform
Mhmm just a push of a button
And music was gone
Am i right?

Dear friends and family!
Everything's fine! Don't lose hope here on the stage!
It's too early for a mayday!
There's no victim, there is no serial killer!
Music's not murdered!
ooooh oh oh, music's doing fine!
Come on look back!
They said music's dead every single time!

When you hear a song for the first time...
Do you like it because a certain artist made it?
Or because it touches your soul?
Makes you feel good?
Think about it...
Think...

Music is Dead

Susi

A Song For You

Eat the Weak

The Song contains around 30% of the original songs lyrics that are in Public Domain. The other 70% are written by me.

House of the Rising Sun

Rainbows

This was some tough stuff to write. But i think it was necessary to let myself know where i'm at. This isn't for you. It's for me.

About Me - Part One

Original text by Heinrich Heine - Nachtgedanken. 

Nachtgedanken

Satisfaction

Satellite

Lyrics: The Indian Burying Ground by Philip Freneau

[Verse]
In spite of all the learned have said,
I still my old opinion keep;
The posture that we give the dead,
Points out the soul’s eternal sleep.
Not so the ancients of these lands
The Indian, when from life released,
Again is seated with his friends,
And shares again the joyous feast.

[Verse]
His imaged birds, and painted bowl,
And venison, for a journey dressed,
Bespeak the nature of the soul,
Activity, that knows no rest.
His bow, for action ready bent,
And arrows, with a head of stone,
Can only mean that life is spent,
And not the old ideas gone.

[Pre-Chorus]
Thou, stranger, that shalt come this way,
No fraud upon the dead commit
Observe the swelling turf, and say
They do not lie, but here they sit.

[Bridge]
Here still a lofty rock remains,
On which the curious eye may trace
Now wasted, half, by wearing rains
The fancies of a ruder race.
Here still an aged elm aspires,
Beneath whose far-projecting shade
And which the shepherd still admires
The children of the forest played.

[Build-Up]
There oft a restless Indian queen
Pale Shebah, with her braided hair
And many a barbarous form is seen
To chide the man that lingers there.

[Chorus]
By midnight moons, o’er moistening dews,
In habit for the chase arrayed,
The hunter still the deer pursues,
The hunter and the deer, a shade!

[Post-Chorus]
And long shall timorous fancy see
The painted chief, and pointed spear,
And Reason’s self shall bow the knee
To shadows and delusions here.

[Chorus]
By midnight moons, o’er moistening dews,
In habit for the chase arrayed,
The hunter still the deer pursues,
The hunter and the deer, a shade!

[Outro]
To shadows... and delusions here.
The hunter and the deer, a shade!

Burying Ground

Lyrics: Thanatopsis by William Cullen Bryant


[Verse]
To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware.

[Pre-Chorus]
When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;

[Verse]
Go forth, under the open sky, and list
To Nature’s teachings, while from all around
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air,
Comes a still voice - Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy image.

[Chorus]
Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go
To mix for ever with the elements,
To be a brother to the insensible rock
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.

[Bridge]
Yet not to thine eternal resting-place
Shalt thou retire alone - nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world - with kings,
The powerful of the earth - the wise, the good,
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre.

[Verse]
The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, - the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods - rivers that move
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old ocean’s gray and melancholy waste,
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man.

[Verse]
The golden sun,
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death,
Through the still lapse of ages. All that breathe
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come
And make their bed with thee.

[Chorus]
Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go
To mix for ever with the elements,
To be a brother to the insensible rock
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.

[Build-Up]
As the long train
Of ages glides away, the sons of men,
The youth in life’s green spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron, and maid,
The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side,
By those, who in their turn shall follow them.

[Outro]
So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, that moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

Thanatopsis

I'm allowed one not so serious track a year. At least. Gimme a break.

Return of the Yodal

Paint Me Black

[Verse]
I stepped up to the curb a curse on my tongue,
Ready to bust, let my worst thoughts of me just run.
Fists ready, clenched tight, tide to a knot I won't loose,
About to lose it, about to choose violence as my muse.
World owed me nothin' but pain, so I came to collect,
Reflect on all my moments, imagined or honest, all my regrets.
Eyes glowin' red, read every sign as a threat,
Threat to my peace-time to collect all the debts.

[Build-Up]

[Chorus]
Rise above your pain!
Defy all the laws of gravity!
Yeah life hits hard, 
There's no need for apologies!
Just let it fade let it fade let it fade
Let the pain evaporate!

[Post-Chorus]
Manifest! Release that inner energy!
Conduct the symphony of your own destiny!
Rise above your pain!
Defy all the laws of gravity!
Fly free!

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Verse]
So I turned around, burned the notes I rehearsed,
Reversed the hearse, shifted, put the curse in reverse.
Instead of lightin' up in hellfire, I sire a thought much higher,
Enlighten the dark - shit - spittin' sparks, marks that inspire.
Life likes to tax heavy, levy solid blows that depress,
Still stressed, press play anyway, ready to confess:
A good joke in the morning right into your ear, lips curve, small grin,
Ain’t that a win to feel livin' as it begins?
No matter how hard the rain, conquer and reign in the storm,
Form a new normality - inhale, feel reborn in the form of a breath.


[Chorus]
Rise above your pain!
Defy all the laws of gravity!
Yeah life hits hard, 
There's no need for apologies!
Just let it fade let it fade let it fade
Let the pain evaporate!

[Post-Chorus]
Manifest! Release that inner energy!
Conduct the symphony of your own destiny!
Rise above your pain!
Defy all the laws of gravity!
Fly free!

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Bridge]
Don't say fine like a cheap ticket, quick-buy and dismiss it,
Use fine as in exquisite - listen and visit that meaning a minute.
Bad days feel terribad, drag your soul through the mud,
Set your mindmode to king - crown the struggle with blood.
Wake up from that dream, scream out loud as a prayer,
Aware of yourself, your goals, every breath of the air.
Inhale and repair.

[Chorus]
Rise above your pain!
Defy all the laws of gravity!
Yeah life hits hard, 
There's no need for apologies!
Just let it fade let it fade let it fade
Let the pain evaporate!

[Post-Chorus]
Manifest! Release that inner energy!
Conduct the symphony of your own destiny!
Rise above your pain!
Defy all the laws of gravity!
Fly free!

Fly Free

[Verse]
Pull up in matte black, gangsta Rolls rizz,  
Black tint on the windows.
Windows to my soul cold,  
Girls on my dick tho, mucho grandioso.

Opps rage and send threats,  
Threats get clipped, chopped and shipped - reload.
My bags fully loaded,  
Bags full of racks, racks make hoes grind slow.

Got my eyes on new ice tho,  
Hundred chains round my neck,  
Neck thick with frozen gold - ice cold.
I glitter, I glow,  Vamp in the dark yo,  
Dark nights never end tho - never even close, no.

Need some percs for my system,  
Shit, my system goes numb quick,  
Numb to yo bullshit tho. 
Served off some clit or some tits,  
Tits make the perc hit sweet,  
Sweet clits hit like bricks - yeah yo.

[Pre-Chorus]
Foes don't last, turn to ghosts,  
Ghosts fade away,  like all frauds, fake bros
[Break]
All those Drake hoes.

[Chorus]
Bow down, bow down, bow down
King's here, king's here, king's here
Slatt crown, slatt crown, slatt crown
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha what? You mad?
Bow down, bow down, bow down
King's here, king's here, king's here
Slatt crown, slatt crown, slatt crown
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha come on what? 

[Post-Chorus]
Rah-rah-rah-rah, flipmode bitch, bow down quick!
Grrrat-tat-tat, slatt crown king, vamp king shit!
Ha-ha-ha-ha, yah-yah-yah, perc rage chique!
Woo-woo-woo, slatt life style, bitch i'm wicked!
Gyah-gyah-gyah, ha-ha-ha, opps get twisted!
Rah-dah-dah-dah, crown pound ground, rage sound bound!
Bitches vamp out, wild out now, wow-wow-wow!

[Verse]
Tom Ford blends, lens on my face,  
Face in Lucia deep, deep, deep. 
Deep in the blunts, love me some blunts,  
With some cunts, night full of grunts - sleep, sleep, sleep.

Sleep with my hoes, hoes just a tool,  
Tool by the bed, bed full of bad bitch freaks.
Freaks suck my tonic, tonic and dry gin,  
Gin cums right as the wave hit the peak.

Opps pull up silent, silent but badly,  
They want me so badly - I'm ready, got treats. 
Treats stained with lead, lead from my boots,  
Boots Doc Martens - elite.

Safe's full of K, K, K's,  
K love to spray, spray, spray - spray if they test me.
Test me get pressed, pressed like O-Juice and bullets,  
Bullets to the head and chest - free.

My bad bitch she fine, fine like fine wine,  
Wine and dine her, she moans louder.
Louder with some powder, more power for the grind,  
The grindin' ride on my big tower. 

I tower above opps, opps shrivelled small,  
Small little cowards.
Cowards I'll find, find and bind to the ground,  
Ground covered
[Break]
Ground full of flowers.

[Chorus]
Bow down, bow down, bow down
King's here, king's here, king's here
Slatt crown, slatt crown, slatt crown
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha what? You mad?
Bow down, bow down, bow down
King's here, king's here, king's here
Slatt crown, slatt crown, slatt crown
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha come on what? 

[Post-Chorus]
Rah-rah-rah-rah, flipmode bitch, bow down quick!
Grrrat-tat-tat, slatt crown king, vamp king shit!
Ha-ha-ha-ha, yah-yah-yah, perc rage chique!
Woo-woo-woo, slatt life style, bitch i'm wicked!
Gyah-gyah-gyah, ha-ha-ha, opps get twisted!
Rah-dah-dah-dah, crown pound ground, rage sound bound!
Bitches vamp out, wild out now, wow-wow-wow!

[Chorus]
Bow down, bow down, bow down
King's here, king's here, king's here
Slatt crown, slatt crown, slatt crown
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha what? You mad?
Bow down, bow down, bow down
King's here, king's here, king's here
Slatt crown, slatt crown, slatt crown
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha come on what?

King's Here

I found writing lyrics a new outlet for my creativity. As such, you all will have to suffer through the thoughts that go through my brain. Travel safe.

While i'm responsible for the lyrics and the general end result, i should emphasize that the actual sound is created with generative AI. I chose the sound, the voice, the genre and delivery and the general guidance of song structure and instrumentation. Build Ups, Instrumental breaks, Drops etc. are all placed by me and given input as best as the AI can handle it. With more granular tools and a better control over the generated audio my personal input will grow as well.

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