King Of The World
Yo, hey people, it's King Mikhail
Hey listen to your king
or else I'll sing
I'm not afraid
to be hailed
I'm not ready to be laid
I'm kidding, nothing happened.
This King just can't stop rappin
Because I'm the king of the world
Hanging out with no girl
but I want a strawberry swirl
I just like rapping
with every single clapping
I want to jingle,
because I'm single
Come over, then I'll say my rhymes
Even though it's on fire
then I'll hit my raps 95 times
and I don't want to retire,
That's why I'm the king of the world
so it's good
because I'm under the hood
This King is cool
he's ruling the school
And these people don't care
well I'm the kid with the coolest hair.
I'm the king of the world to all
And I got game
this kid is walking down the hall
I want to be on the wall of fame
Yeah, that's what it's all about
because King Mikhail's out.
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