This is a song about "King henry"

I see a young teen

I was king you were queen

And it smells like burger king.

Straight g thing, double m g thing

You in the presence of a king

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

Get ready to hail to the king

And this will be the song that we sing

Don't be a retard, be a king?

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

Shiva supreme here to rep vertex the king

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

The undeniable rise of a king

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.