Nothing King - Sons Of Texas

He sits on his throne of pleather and foam

He rules with a fist of plastic hollowed out bones

He’s made up of shit, not courage and grit

He’s craving respect now thinks he’s worthy of it

When they relinquish the Crown, you stood out cause no one else was around

Now your big shit, small dick, pretentious prick

What a suitable fit!

Strung out, your worth worn on your sleeve

Bow down, I bow down to nothing, nothing king!

Sits high on his horse, he won’t be ignored

He walks like the Hoss and shouts at inferiors

But when he’s at home, neglected alone

His majesty pouts and now he reaps what he sows

When they relinquish the crown, he stood out cause no one else was around

Now your tough shit, limp dick, pompous bigot

The qualities of a prick

Strung out, your worth worn on your sleeve

Bow down, I bow down to Nothing

Your one rung up now your twice his size, you rule the world only in your eyes

I bow down to nothing, nothing king!