Verse 1 [King Lear]:
I be sitting on the throne
Chillin' in the castle
Man, I'm livin' so lavish
So royal
All gold toilets
Got all my servants swaggin'
Purple on my body
Head to toe
When I urinate, it is gold
Kent all in my ear, he eggin' me on
I kicked him out
Thank God he's gone
When I walk through this castle
This song just be playing
When you see me you should bow to me
As if you were prayin'
Cause flattery's everything
May even get you something gold plated
My daughters they know
I told em two, youngin' we made it
They so loyal to papi
So I know if I ever need anything they got me
Verse 2 [Goneril & Regan]:
Poppa's so dumb self just tossed us his kingdom
Why does this man have to be the kingDUMB
With Cordelia and Kent out of the picture
Our future's looking bigger, and brighter
Betrayal gets you higher
Loyalty gets you kicked out
Shall we do this with fire?
Or let him fall apart
And take the army with us?
We're pretty good pretenders
I'm sure we got this in a bag
We will all turn out as winners
Well so far as this generation
Verse 3 [Edmund]:
Ugh, pops and brother are blind to the fact
That they're under attack
Pops so gullible, Edgar so gullible
Dukes don't even know that I'm gettin' it
Gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it
Ooh, I start so much trouble
When they all dead
I'll turn their tombstones into rubble
I'm such an ol' devil
Oh gosh, I'm so clever
Exile the son, exile the father
Take the inheritance
Become the master
Then I'll hop up on the throne boy
Defeat these ol' silly boys
That Goneril and Regan are married too, such pity boy
Cause they in love with me
You know how these hussies be
This reminds me of one of my mid summer dreams
Chillin in the c-u-t
While I p-l-o-t
On how to get this cream
Without any thing coming back to me
Verse 4 [Albany]:
Man I can't believe what just happened
Nothing as tragic as this won't ever happen
Ol celestial Lear has taken his fall
So has the reprobate sisters
All I'm wondering is what happened to y'all
Dawg, man, we coulda all been stuntin'
Sittin' at the top as royalty
But nah you had to mess up this
Poor Cordelia, your soul is in a better place
I may write you a dirge to commemorate
The love and pa**ion you had for your father
And how ya sisters ain't bother
But to do him dirty as if he was Cain
Matter of fact, I would need more than a dirge
This is so absurd
We don't have us too many wise men
Me, Kent, & Edgar, but we still won't be as wise as
The old who are now gone
There is no ode that's strong
Enough to speak on the things that went on
Aw, I'm so appalled and full of awe
I wouldn't wish this on my arch nemesis
Edmund you dead wrong
Did your daddy foul like a red card
But there must be a point
Where is that point
Where we must move on