Homeboy Sandman Moses Rockwell & P.so - King Of Kings lyrics

rate me

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!