Various Producers - King Lear lyrics

Verse 1 [King Lear]: I be sitting on the throne Chillin' in the castle Man, I'm livin' so lavish So royal All gold toilets Got all my servants swaggin' Purple on my body Head to toe When I urinate, it is gold Kent all in my ear, he eggin' me on I kicked him out Thank God he's gone When I walk through this castle This song just be playing When you see me you should bow to me As if you were prayin' Cause flattery's everything May even get you something gold plated My daughters they know I told em two, youngin' we made it They so loyal to papi So I know if I ever need anything they got me Verse 2 [Goneril & Regan]: Poppa's so dumb self just tossed us his kingdom Why does this man have to be the kingDUMB With Cordelia and Kent out of the picture Our future's looking bigger, and brighter Betrayal gets you higher Loyalty gets you kicked out Shall we do this with fire? Or let him fall apart And take the army with us? We're pretty good pretenders I'm sure we got this in a bag We will all turn out as winners Well so far as this generation Verse 3 [Edmund]: Ugh, pops and brother are blind to the fact That they're under attack Pops so gullible, Edgar so gullible Dukes don't even know that I'm gettin' it Gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it Ooh, I start so much trouble When they all dead I'll turn their tombstones into rubble I'm such an ol' devil Oh gosh, I'm so clever Exile the son, exile the father Take the inheritance Become the master Then I'll hop up on the throne boy Defeat these ol' silly boys That Goneril and Regan are married too, such pity boy Cause they in love with me You know how these hussies be This reminds me of one of my mid summer dreams Chillin in the c-u-t While I p-l-o-t On how to get this cream Without any thing coming back to me Verse 4 [Albany]: Man I can't believe what just happened Nothing as tragic as this won't ever happen Ol celestial Lear has taken his fall So has the reprobate sisters All I'm wondering is what happened to y'all Dawg, man, we coulda all been stuntin' Sittin' at the top as royalty But nah you had to mess up this Poor Cordelia, your soul is in a better place I may write you a dirge to commemorate The love and pa**ion you had for your father And how ya sisters ain't bother But to do him dirty as if he was Cain Matter of fact, I would need more than a dirge This is so absurd We don't have us too many wise men Me, Kent, & Edgar, but we still won't be as wise as The old who are now gone There is no ode that's strong Enough to speak on the things that went on Aw, I'm so appalled and full of awe I wouldn't wish this on my arch nemesis Edmund you dead wrong Did your daddy foul like a red card But there must be a point Where is that point Where we must move on