Nothing King

He sits on his throne of pleather and foam
 He rules with a fist of plastic hollowed out bones
 He's made up of shit, not courage and grit
 He's craving respect now thinks he's worthy of it.
 When they relinquish the Crown, you stood out cause no one else was around.
 Now your big shit, small dick, pretentious prick
 What a suitable fit!
 *Strung out, your worth worn on your sleeve
 I bow down to Nothing... Nothing King!
 Sits high on his horse, he won't be ignored
 He walks like the Hoss and shouts at inferiors
 But when he's at home, neglected alone
 His majesty pouts and now he reaps what he sows.
 When they relinquish the crown, he stood out cause no one else was around.
 Now your tough shit, limp dick, pompous bigot
 The qualities of a prick.
 *Strung out, your worth worn on your sleeve
 I bow down to Nothing.
 Your one rung up now your twice his size, you rule the world only in your eyes
 I bow down to Nothing... Nothing King!