There are kings everywhere
Wearing crowns made of plasticware
Youve made a mistake, a misconception
My crown is no deception
Cold steel rests above my brow
So get down on the ground
Im no fake, no pretender
Im god, king, the fucking emperor
Still think you can fight me?
Worthless little mutt
Get on your fucking knees.
Address me as king or sir.
Royal.
- DołączyłMarch 12, 2020
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