Long Live The King

Verse:
Em
I’m getting tired of your disrespect.
C
When, it’s evident I’ll always be the best.
G
Whether or not you’re being serious or say it in jest, 
B
I’ve got a licence to right; you haven’t passed your test.
Em
Yeah, I’m good with words, and you’re xxxxxxx chronic.
C
Forever second fiddle, your tales, I’m sonic.
G
Is this the baddest I can go? I can get much badder.
B
I’ve been doing this since you’ve been in your Huggies, hold your bladder.
Em
You’ve been studying me, wetting yourself,
C
Cause you’re afraid when I rise you’ll be left on the shelf
G
Where you belong; with the rest of the wannabes,
B
Don’t ever ask me to support you, you can never fall on me.

Chorus:
C
I've been holding my tongue for a long while, 
D
Sat back, watch you parade my style.
Em
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying, 
                            C
might as well kill him or pretend.
                                 D
To the crown, turn around, sit down; I’m the king, 
                  Em
Long live the king.
                  C
Long live the king.
                  G
Long live the king.
                  B
Long live the king.

Verse:
Em
Anything you can do, I can do better.
C
Even when she’s soaked through, I could make her wetter.
G
Stop try’na make me look bad, so you can be taken seriously,
B
What makes you think I give a xxxx what people think of me?
Em
You disrespect me now I’m obligated to destroy.
C
Why would anybody go to war with men? You’re just a boy
G
Nothing to write about so put your Barbie biro down.
B
Save yourself embarrassment, xxxxxxx clown.
Em
You making moves because you be mollycoddled silver spoon.
C
Your skills are average, good at copying, carry a tune.
G
All the gear, no idea, daddy’s bank account.
B
And when it comes to your abilities, small amount.
Em
When you compare it to what I can bring, it’s minuscule.
C
You’re the pupil; I’m the teacher, go back to school!
G
You have to be in possession of the limelight for me to come and take it from 
B
you, why don’t you get it right?

Chorus:
C
I've been holding my tongue for a long while, 
D
Sat back, watch you parade my style.
Em
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying, 
                            C
might as well kill him or pretend.
                                 D
To the crown, turn around, sit down; I’m the king, 
                  Em
Long live the king.
                  C
Long live the king.
                  G
Long live the king.
                  B
Long live the king.


                  Em
Long live the king.
                  C
Long live the king.
                  G
Long live the king.
                  B
Long live the king.


C
I've been holding my tongue for a long while, 
D                 
Sat back, watch you parade my style.
Em
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying, 
                                 C
might as well kill him or pretend.
                                 D
To the crown, turn around, sit down; I’m the king, 


                  Em
Long live the king.
                  C
Long live the king.
                  G
Long live the king.
                  B
Long live the king Dit arrangement is de eigen interpretatie van de inzender, gedeeld voor privéstudie, educatie en niet-commercieel gebruik. Het onderliggende nummer, de songtekst en de muziek blijven eigendom van hun rechthebbenden. Om verwijdering aan te vragen, zie Juridische verklaring.