Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kings of Rock, artist - CEEDate of issue: 08.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kings of Rock |
| Verse 1: Gravity Christ |
| Yo, I know a million ways to kill a motherfucker with words |
| I’m the remedy, the energy, the adjectives and verbs |
| I’m a gamer with charisma, you can peep my Twitch |
| Shoot a rapper first person, leave his ass in the ditch |
| Like a pastor when I pass the basket, run bills |
| It’s only a baptism if you was born with gills |
| Rap rappin' with these Aussies, drinking beer and selfies |
| They hit my cell phone, they know I roam and I’m stealthy |
| A backpack, some weed and a little coffee ristretto |
| A Cuban missile crisis and training coke in the ghetto |
| I’m living like I’m promised another planet and pain |
| You swear to God I’m a Crip the way I’m killin' The Game |
| See the bottom of your feet when I’m blastin' plasma |
| Like The Hulk, it’s your fault if I black and tag ya |
| Titan smash on your tent and take a piss on ya fire |
| I’m the King of Rock and I don’t get tired |
| Verse 2: Cee |
| Let’s go, yeah, throw me a Fender and I shred the shit |
| Rockin' since a youngun, only stoppin' when the pencil hit |
| Put me on a fuckin' track and they object to shit |
| I do ‘em how Israeli’s did Gaza, boy, and dead the kids |
| Fuck ‘em, this ain’t for radio to play it though |
| The haters finna hate but it’s what the tastemakers are achin' for |
| These little fuckboys trend following, best holla at |
| The team who runnin' that next power shit, test stopping ‘em |
| I’m drinking India Pale in the Canadian winter |
| A meat pie and pavlova, Australian dinner |
| We rollin' with an OG from Los Angeles |
| Wild cunts with stages and beats that we cause damage at |
| Yeah, we fuckin' rock kings with a rap habit |
| Champagne taste with a crack budget and acid manners |
| We Axel and Slash, Hammett and Hetfield |
| Morello, De La Rocha, motherfucker, pay respect still, still |
| Verse 3: Notion |
| Ayo guitars wailin', and y’all sayin' we don’t rock this? |
| We Van Halen, Aussie blood, got no options |
| Glad you stopped in, yes bitch, we Top 10 |
| Like Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, we locked in |
| Cuttin' cunts off, as I tighten my circle |
| I’m using that FireWire, so the slice’ll burn you |
| I served you, yo I’m airborne like Bird Flu |
| I’m put here to murk dudes, I’m puttin' in work, duke |
| And that’s just me, I’m mindin' my B-I |
| Buzzing like a beehive, mendin' my three eye |
| Gee, why, do all these clowns keep harassing me? |
| Young un-classy G’s, I’m done with the baggage, please |
| So we finna slap back society |
| Spillin' my drink all over the curb, ignoring sobriety |
| Exploring the wiring of how we are made |
| Whoa, times have changed, even more so now, we slaves, engage! |