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The King And I - Eminem (埃米纳姆)/CeeLo Green

A-doopy-doo-doo-duh

I roll up like the bottom of a tooth paste tube

Blue suede shoes one missin' a shoe lace to it

Two new chains you can call me 2 Chainz

Ropes hang like Hussein's noose

Woo

Yeah they let the fruitcake loose

Yeah

It goes

One for the trailer park

Two for my baby-ma

Three for the tater tots

Four if you ate a lot

Five if you came to rock straight up while I'm s**ttin' on my comp'

I'm about to use the John

What

Like Grey Poupon

Dijon

Money like a scroll b***h my paper long

Bag

Longer than it takes a blonde to put her makeup on

Yeah

'Cause me and Elvis gelled together like cellmates

Hey

Yeah this the Jailhouse b***h and I don't give a

What

And I don't give a s**t about a thing you say

I just wanna feel like a king today

And if you don't like it you can sit and spin

Middle fingers up

Yeah

We 'bout to do this s**t again

Modus operandi bottle of blond dye

Yeah

Top five since I discovered peroxide

What

Yeah since I got signed

Woo

I went from pot pies

To Jack and the Bean

I'm watchin' my stock rise

Woo

These little attention seekers I'm finna treat 'em like diabetics

What

Got 'em all on pins and needles

Yeah

Just like Ozempic meaning

Give these little pricks the finger and when I stick this thing up

It's higher than Wiz Khalifa

Woo

Soon as he lit the w**d up

Huh

As I go pickin' speed up

Where

Like I was finna re-up

Yeah

Rap is my new Vicodin Suboxene is how I treat it

Get it

Still goin' toe-to-toe I'm still boxing with all my demons

Yeah

But a couple Xanny bars and I'm Danny Gar- see ya

Been stuntin' on you from the jump like Evel Knievel

Back in the cut and stackin' chips up like a can of Pringles

Sometimes I feel like Pete Rose

Why

I got so many hit singles

Yeah

B***h I barely have any wrinkles you sleepin' on me like I'm ZzzQuil

So I don't give a s**t about a thing you say

I just wanna feel like a king today

And if you don't like it you can sit and spin

Middle fingers up we 'bout to do this s**t again

And it goes

One for the trailer park

Two for my baby-ma

Three for the tater tots

Four if you ate a lot

Five if you came to rock

Middle fingers up we 'bout to do this s**t again

I stole black music yeah true

Perhaps used it

For what

As a tool to combat school

Kids came back on some bathroom s**t

Now I call a hater a bidet

Why

'Cause they mad that they can't do s**t

Haha

And I know I'm such a d**k huh

Yeah

And it must be f**kin' with ya

Yeah

To know I up and quit the

What

Prescription d**gs and liquor

Yeah

And yet my buzz is bigger

Wow

Still rappin' circles around you

Yeah

Like a boa constrictor

Break it down

Now I'm about to explain to you all the parallels

Between Elvis and me myself

It seem obvious

One he's pale as me

Second we both been hailed as kings

He used to rock the Jailhouse and I used to rock The Shelter

We sell like Velveeta Shells & Cheese

Let's go

But y'all miss the meaner me back when I had felonies

That went over your head because you just fell on knees

You just literally knelt to me I used to have no self-esteem

Yeah

I used to cry myself to sleep

What

Honestly I need doubters because you motherf**kers motivate me to make you look stupid

Believers a little faith is all I seek from you

All I need to do is hear you say the same s**t

My father said to me when I was just a week or two

"Marshall I be leavin' you"

Haha stupid

No more Guinness Stout but my belief in myself

Once again is stout so many world records I'm Guinness'ed out

Huh

S**t you say goes in and out

My ear canals so either my hearing's out

Or I don't give a s**t about a thing you say

I just wanna feel like a king today

And if you don't like it you can sit and spin

Middle fingers up we 'bout to do this s**t again