"King Of Kings" Lyrics

Homeboy Sandman:
I never learned to count bars
I learned to count stars
I've rained, man, but I don't count cards
I'ma di-et, but I don't count carbs
No comp if I don't count God
No comp if I do count God
That's because me and God are road-dogs,
we are not at odds. Unless you walk seventy hundred-sixty
yards in my A-Di-Das, show regard and get up out of dodge.
Rap is kinda clogged.
Dutches and loosies loosen a lot of cogs,
like Dutch civilians rock a lot of clogs.
The scene is looking glum,
I better cum a lot of globs to birth a lot of oo's and ahh's.
Get locked up in the booth so I can poop a lot of logs.
The proof is in the pudding,
now the pudding's gone, I've proved that I belong.
I walk the walk, I go beyond say, I am no Solange.
For those in Salem's Lot sustaining losses, I say so long. Muah!

Chorus:
Those again
There they goes again
Decomposed and rose again.
Woooooooo!