He is called the rocker I am called the king
He's got the best of
Soul Olymic Games
I used to call him
A counterfeit
He's like a rocket
He is docking on
He stole my car, my girl
My guns, my band
The dance moves and minutes
My madness oh goodness
My madness he stole it....
Rock the sh** come on, take your guns come on rock tha sh** while i am sittin in the basement. rock tha sh** come on, take your guns come on rock the sh** rock the sh**
He is wearin shot guns
Awakes with gin
Then he gets drunk and
They still love him
He's like a Jesus Feels like a God
And no one knows that
He locked me up
He stole my car, my girl
My guns, my band
The dance moves and minutes
My madness oh goodness
My madness he stole it
My golden Arm...
Rock the sh** come on, take your guns come on rock tha sh** while i am sittin in the basement. rock tha sh** come on, take your guns come on rock the sh** rock the sh**
He's called the rocker I'm called the king
He's got the gold chains
I've got the rings
I used to love him
He tripped on me
I am the real deal
Come set me free
Rock the sh** come on, take your guns come on rock tha sh** while i am sittin in the basement. rock tha sh** come on, take your guns come on rock the sh** rock the sh**