Long Live The King

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[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 fucking 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,
might as well kill him or [C]pretend.
To the crown, turn around, sit [D]down; I’m the king,
Long live the [Em]king.
Long live the [C]king.
Long live the [G]king.
Long live the [B]king.

Verse 2:
[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 fuck 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, fucking 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,
might as well kill him or [C]pretend.
To the crown, turn around, sit [D]down; I’m the king,
Long live the [Em]king.
Long live the [C]king.
Long live the [G]king.
Long live the [B]king.

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

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

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