笨小笨Kings of Rock (feat. Broadway/Crown Life Republic & Loose Canon) (Explicit)歌词由Everliven Sound&Slimline Mutha&Cymarshall Law&BlackBelt Poemz&Crown Life Republic&Loose Canon演唱，出自专辑《ECHO CHAMBER (Explicit)》，下面是《Kings of Rock (feat. Broadway/Crown Life Republic & Loose Canon) (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Kings of Rock (feat. Broadway/Crown Life Republic & Loose Canon) (Explicit)歌词完整版
作词 : Craig Bruce Thorn/Bradley Luke Thorn/Isaac Johnson
作曲 : Craig Bruce Thorn/Bradley Luke Thorn/Isaac Johnson
Verse 1: Gravity Christ
Yo, I know a million ways to kill a mother****er 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 ****in’ track and they object to shit,
I do ‘em how Israeli’s did Gaza, boy, and dead the kids,
**** ‘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 ****boys 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 ****in’ 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, mother****er, 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 *****, 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 bee hive, 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!
