The King of Rock, who?
The King of Rock, what?
The King of Rock, who?
The King of Rock, what?
The King of Rock, who?
The King of Rock, what?
The King of Rock, who?
The King of Rock, what?
The King of Rock, who?
The King of Rock, what?
The King of Rock, who?
The King of Rock, what?
The King of Rock, who?
The King of Rock, what?
The King of Rock, who?
The King of Rock, what?
I gotta come to your rings, cause I'm so high
That even you and R. Kelly believe I can fly
Selling jammies when them Grammy rappers chanting and cheering
Selling more than all of y'all without a record in years
My catalog got a long list of hits in the stores
And for you sample-happy suckers out there breaking the laws
Rather hit you where it gets you, bring you up on a charge
You'd be better just to let a lawyer know from the start
The King of Rock, who?
That be my hobby and job
And when I come and bring the ruckus suckers duck and then dodge
The King of Rock, what?
That be my hobby and job
And when I come and bring the ruckus suckers duck and then dodge
The King of Rock, who?
That be my hobby and job
And when I come and bring the ruckus
suckers duck and then dodge
The King of Rock, what?
That be my hobby and job
And when I come and bring the ruckus
suckers duck and then dodge
Well rock a rhyme for me, then a rhyme for you
And everybody catch the Boogaloo Blues
D-Generation X, and you know what's next
The vibration flexed up upon your set
This is my steez, MCs, and these are my days
I bring my homeys, suckers know me from back in the day
It's DJ Run, y'all, and this is how I get
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