The King of Metal

They

Trample the weak

Run from the strong

Smile as they laugh at my song

Sociopathic thieves no sentiment or conscience

It isn't personal it's business with a vengeance

Describing my life as inferior a tax loss

And they are stealing everything you try to give me

But

You are the King

They

Have no respect

Condescending

Bastards that don't know a thing

They want me looking like a model that's a smack head

Not really caring O.D. vomit or shotgun

It's a fact that sales always increase after death

For parasitical self righteous business rodents

But

You are the King

Of Metal