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Adjusting My Crown
Standing strong fighting depression, doing my best
Walked up to Superman, looked in his eyes and whooped his ass
Then I jacked him of his S from his chest and proclaimed "I'm the best"
Looked all around in the crowd and screamed "who's next!?"
All of the Justice League members quickly said they'll pass
So I walked away jamming my theme song of M.J.'s "Bad"
Awoke from this crazy dream and said "what the fuck?"
They say dreams have meanings but on this one I'm stuck
Maybe it's just my inner GOD telling me to carry on
Being the King that I am regardless of the many storms
Well here I am, brushing the dirt off my shoulders, adjusting my crown
Preparing for the trials and tribulations that await me in the next round
Walked up to Superman, looked in his eyes and whooped his ass
Then I jacked him of his S from his chest and proclaimed "I'm the best"
Looked all around in the crowd and screamed "who's next!?"
All of the Justice League members quickly said they'll pass
So I walked away jamming my theme song of M.J.'s "Bad"
Awoke from this crazy dream and said "what the fuck?"
They say dreams have meanings but on this one I'm stuck
Maybe it's just my inner GOD telling me to carry on
Being the King that I am regardless of the many storms
Well here I am, brushing the dirt off my shoulders, adjusting my crown
Preparing for the trials and tribulations that await me in the next round
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