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Now, you're on the golden wall. Who got the biggest ego of them all? You look just like a messy rooster. A burning trash and fancy posture. You dream of clowns and velvet throne. But you're just seeing hollow blown. Got riots char like grace. The world is sick of your disgrace. You wanted to be king so bad. Oh, but you're just thrilled. That's cheap and sad. Oh, no class, no taste, no decent tone. Just been a man on auto. You play your role in White House walls. White house walls with empty chest where hard was sold. Hard was sold. Think your castle over. Think your castle over. Times up on pal. Your makeover's done. Makeover's done. You smell like grace and old regret. No place for ghost to hide and red squiggling and house that's not your own. While history slam stores and groans. You wanted to be so bad, but you're just through that cheap and sad. No class, no taste, no decent tone. Just man on Elegant, never loud and crude. Tasteless stain on common good. Light keep spitting from your mouth. Pray poison north and south. Not a king and not a God. Not a God. Just brought soon about to fall. Borrowed house and borrowed time. No grace, no class, just crime. You wanted to be king so bad. But you're just cheap and sad. No class, no taste, no decent tone. Oh, man on bottle ground.