The King and I (From the Original Motion Picture Soundtrack ELVIS|Clean)

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 again
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
And I don't give a s**t about a thing you say
I just wanna feel like a king again
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 f**kin' quit the
What
Prescription d**gs and liquor
Yeah
And yet my buzz is bigger
Wow
Still wrappin' 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
I don't give a s**t about a thing you say
I just wanna feel like a king again
And if you don't like it you can sit and spin
Middle fingers up we 'bout to do this s**t again