King

Chorus

King of lost souls
Death is cold
Like the poles
Rotting I can see his skull
In the land of the dead we happy ain't gay
Might throw your body in the bay
Make a sculpture of your body out of clay
Then put it on my display

Bridge

Ayy he dead
He dead
I sat there as he bled

Chorus
King of lost souls
Death is cold
Like the poles
Rotting I can see his skull
In the land of the dead we happy ain't gay
Might throw your body in the bay
Make a sculpture of your body out of clay
Then put it on my display

Verse 1

At all costs I will not be lost
They shouldn't cross
Or else I will hit them with lacrosse sticks
But that is a major exhaust
He hit me wit a stick
So I hit him wit a brick
He a dick and his name is rick
Then I kick who laughing now