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

A-dooby-doo-doo-doo

I roll up like the bottom of a toothpaste tube

Blue suede shoes, one missin' a shoelace 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)

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, straight up while I'm shittin' on my comp'

I'm about to use da John like Grey Poupon (Dijon)

Money like a scroll, bitch, my paper long (yeah)

Longer than it takes a blonde to put her make-up on (yeah)

'Cause me and Elvis gel together like cellmates (hey)

Yeah, this the jail house, bitch, and I don't give a

And I don't give a shit 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 shit again, uh-huh

Modus operandi, bottle of blonde dye (yeah)

Top five since I discovered peroxide (what?)

Yeah, since I got signed, I went from pot pies

To Jack and the Bean (huh?), 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, meanin' (right)

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 weed up

As I go pickin' speed up (where?)

Like I was finna re-up (yeah)

Rap is my new Vicodin, Suboxone is how I treat it (get it?)

Still goin' toe to toe, I'm still boxin' with all my demons (yeah)

But a couple of 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)

Bitch, I barely have any wrinkles (huh)

You sleepin' on me like I'm ZzzQuil (woo)

So I don't give a shit 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 shit again, uh-huh

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 and you never gave a fuck

Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again, uh-huh

I stole black music, yeah, true

Perhaps used it (for what?) as a tool to combat school

Kids came back on some bathroom shit

Now I call a hater a bidet (why?)

'Cause they mad, but they can't do shit (ha)

And I know I'm such a dick, huh? (Yeah)

And it must be fuckin' with ya (yeah)

To know I up and quit the (what?)

Prescription drugs 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, that seems obvious, one, he's pale as me

Second, we both been hailed as king, he used to rock the jailhouse

And I used to rock The Shelter, we sell like Velveeta Shells & Cheese (woo, 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 motherfuckers (yeah)

Motivate me to make you look stupid

Blievers, a little faith is all I seek from you

All I need to do is hear you say the same shit my father

Said to me when I was just a week or two

"Marshall, I be leavin' you" (ha, stupid)

No more Guinness Stout, but my belief in myself

It once again is stout, so many world records, I'm Guinness'd out (huh?)

Shit you say goes in and out (oh)

My ear canal, so either my hearing's out

And I don't give a shit 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 shit again, uh-huh