KING OF THE DEAD - Cloud Mac, Atlas

I will never leave the light, superstar on the mic

While you loading up your guns I’m closing in with the knife

You cannot kill what you cannot catch, moving way too fast

As I’m rushing on ahead, I’m setting all the goddamn booby traps

I’m the king of dead, I’m sucking on lead

I’m paramount to all your success

I’ll never confess what I’m about

You’re pulling my leg, that’s not what you said

So close your mouth

You know that I bless, the mic I caress, a large amount

And I’m stone cold chilling on my porch man

Everyone arrive outside, they carrying the torch and —

They coming for me so I speed off in my Porsche man

And I’ve been drinking so I’m swerving with some force man

Get, get, get, get to the ends

I ain’t ever fucking stopping, even if I lose my legs

You keep chomping on the Xannies, so you know you lose your head

Yeah the monster’s deep inside you, he ain’t hiding in your bed

I’m the king of dead, I’m sucking on lead

I’m paramount to all your success

I’ll never confess what I’m about

You’re pulling my leg, that’s not what you said

So close your mouth

You know that I bless, the mic I caress, a large amount

I’m the king of dead, I’m sucking on lead

I’m paramount to all your success

I’ll never confess what I’m about

You’re pulling my leg, that’s not what you said

So close your mouth

You know that I bless, the mic I caress, a large amount

Hanging off the balcony, at least I’m about to be

Death is dripping off of the different folks who was doubting me

Downer down my throat I pop an upper just to balance out

Bleeding dry, evil-eyed falcon with the talons out

I’ve been swinging low then swinging high again

Sinner’s face, dinner dates with The Leviathan

Center stage, swinging maces in a crying fit

Dying just to die, then resurrect me just to die again

Psychosocial, Slipping into knots

To make my life go coastal, I think I might go postal

I might sign a deal and buy my mom a mansion

Just to live in the Bahamas, turn to dust where all the sand is

I can’t stand it, I see demons in my sleep, I toss and turn again

Bleeding in a tourniquet, defeated by urge to drift

Away into a different plane, make it crash and burn again

Ashing cigarettes on skin, to learn the feel of hurt again

I’m the king of dead, I’m sucking on lead

I’m paramount to all your success

I’ll never confess what I’m about

You’re pulling my leg, that’s not what you said

So close your mouth

You know that I bless, the mic I caress, a large amount

I’m the king of dead, I’m sucking on lead

I’m paramount to all your success

I’ll never confess what I’m about

You’re pulling my leg, that’s not what you said

So close your mouth

You know that I bless, the mic I caress, a large amount