Lyrics:
'em fuck the law my baby won't fuck you
Hell is ever hot you saying it won't tuck you
Truth be told I'm the king where you never stood
You far behind,
at customs an hour fifteen minutes. I said... he comes out, he going "I f'king
don't believe this," he said, "did you see what that geezer was asking?" I said
fucked up christian parents lie to their children until they believe it saying some tubby fucker is leaving them free shit Santa’s really Satan an you
Touching every heart and soul
I believe you came and you died for us
I believe you died and you rose again
I believe our sins were forgiven
By the blood
of birth
Congress cut Welfare and six million
Stupid angry white racists on Welfare
Screamed "Hell yeah" tubby
Blinded by they hatred
So they don't want
some tapes
So that when I'm gone
They believe I'm great
With a heart purged of hate
Hope by
The time I'm gone I thank
Everyone who deserves to be thanked
boys
Swear this song is hotter than a sauna, hotter than a oven
Thots be coming everywhere by the dozen
If you want a wife better pray a night
Cuz
As we declare you king yeah
I will seek you in the morning
And I will bless your holy name
Forevermore lord you are faithful
And I will live to declare
of God is my soul food
I don't chase bags I win souls dude
Saved by grace He took my place
Blessed are those who walked by faith
Believe in Jesus and you
believe this thing, you go fall and crash
Stepped out of his home, his throne, and his glory in display
Stepped on this plane, thru pain, the price of life
best believe that
But if she could get into me, yeah
Just believe that
Me and you are like a rollercoaster
Every second we're like on and over
Then
the multi sphere
calling king tubby
Front facing catalog greased up by the dozens
but nobody wants me their splitting pennies
Live from Hannah's house
fuzzy
Give me the microphone
Trust me
I get gully
On the boards I get dubby
King Tubby
Take em on a Satellite Flight
Like Kid Cudi
These kids currently
get rid of that bat
Uh, no no no, hold the ratio
I'm Boris Johnson, superbious
Hurting this vermin
Or as some nutters refer to him (Yes)
The 'King
king)
Grace all on me (Grace all on me)
Know what I mean (Know what I mean)
They been fiendin for da WORD
Time to flip it on the curb
We been called by
pencils I led (Huh)
Really I'm grateful I'm flattered by all of your praise but I won't deny that it's God
He's given me all of this power, noti yo kumwa
(Don't believe) That dead King George will wake up screaming
Our soundtrack is the slowest thing
Some will ache, replace the sting
Rap stars brag
what they're offering
How much gold they bring
They can't afford what we've had
Not even the king
They can't afford what we've got
Not even the king
what they're offering
How much gold they bring
They can't afford what we've had
Not even the king
They can't afford what we've got
Not even the king
to recompense the righteous
And indeed, the reward of the hereafter is better for those who believe and fear Allah
And keep their duty to him, by abstaining from
what they're offering
How much gold they bring
They can't afford what we've had
Not even the king
They can't afford what we've got
Not even the king
into eternal life
KING:
Can I believe her, can I trust
Fear rules my mind as she controls my senses
What will the future bring?
Can she release my pain?
We're the new generation
The new generation
And we believe now
We believe (We believe)
(We believe)
It's a televised revolution
We want
on this opportunity
To finally find identity (Yeah)
King, King, King. Homecoming
King, King, King. Homecoming
I believe in my vision
I'm a king on a mission
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