The King
• Written by Hishighness
[start at :10]
This be poetry, you know it's me
Openly smoking dope from the grocery
Toking green hoping for dopamine
Jokingly scoping to poke ponies
Fuck your cronies it's His Highness,
signing in, on the vine again,
Fine dine and sin, grab ya vitamins
What's that they say online to him:
"He bout to rhyme on riding dimes again?"
Well that's just fine with him
So pass the heinekin and slide a bill
Between the seal and its a done deal
You'd best just to come clear, it's unfair
When I hear the cheers and I fear it's clear
My voice is near nd sincere the seas
have evened at will my dreams be until
I'm left fevered and ill the end is here
This heathen is breathing and heaving
His skills bleeding evil him sweetened by treason
evicted from Eden his seed stealing a fix
Healing is this: I'm the forever king
Marijuana devil fiend from the seventies
Leave with my integrity turn it off
His Highness higher than you could ever be
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Hishighness
Member since May 24 2013