Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song KING OF THE DEAD , by - Cloud MacRelease date: 05.12.2019
Song language: English
KING OF THE DEAD |
| I will never leave the light, superstar on the mic |
| While you loading up your guns I’m closing in with the knife |
| You cannot kill what you cannot catch, moving way too fast |
| As I’m rushing on ahead, I’m setting all the goddamn booby traps |
| I’m the king of dead, I’m sucking on lead |
| I’m paramount to all your success |
| I’ll never confess what I’m about |
| You’re pulling my leg, that’s not what you said |
| So close your mouth |
| You know that I bless, the mic I caress, a large amount |
| And I’m stone cold chilling on my porch man |
| Everyone arrive outside, they carrying the torch and — |
| They coming for me so I speed off in my Porsche man |
| And I’ve been drinking so I’m swerving with some force man |
| Get, get, get, get to the ends |
| I ain’t ever fucking stopping, even if I lose my legs |
| You keep chomping on the Xannies, so you know you lose your head |
| Yeah the monster’s deep inside you, he ain’t hiding in your bed |
| I’m the king of dead, I’m sucking on lead |
| I’m paramount to all your success |
| I’ll never confess what I’m about |
| You’re pulling my leg, that’s not what you said |
| So close your mouth |
| You know that I bless, the mic I caress, a large amount |
| I’m the king of dead, I’m sucking on lead |
| I’m paramount to all your success |
| I’ll never confess what I’m about |
| You’re pulling my leg, that’s not what you said |
| So close your mouth |
| You know that I bless, the mic I caress, a large amount |
| Hanging off the balcony, at least I’m about to be |
| Death is dripping off of the different folks who was doubting me |
| Downer down my throat I pop an upper just to balance out |
| Bleeding dry, evil-eyed falcon with the talons out |
| I’ve been swinging low then swinging high again |
| Sinner’s face, dinner dates with The Leviathan |
| Center stage, swinging maces in a crying fit |
| Dying just to die, then resurrect me just to die again |
| Psychosocial, Slipping into knots |
| To make my life go coastal, I think I might go postal |
| I might sign a deal and buy my mom a mansion |
| Just to live in the Bahamas, turn to dust where all the sand is |
| I can’t stand it, I see demons in my sleep, I toss and turn again |
| Bleeding in a tourniquet, defeated by urge to drift |
| Away into a different plane, make it crash and burn again |
| Ashing cigarettes on skin, to learn the feel of hurt again |
| I’m the king of dead, I’m sucking on lead |
| I’m paramount to all your success |
| I’ll never confess what I’m about |
| You’re pulling my leg, that’s not what you said |
| So close your mouth |
| You know that I bless, the mic I caress, a large amount |
| I’m the king of dead, I’m sucking on lead |
| I’m paramount to all your success |
| I’ll never confess what I’m about |
| You’re pulling my leg, that’s not what you said |
| So close your mouth |
| You know that I bless, the mic I caress, a large amount |