Karaoké The King and I Elvis (film) (Eminem & Cee Lo Green)

I roll up like the bottom of a toothpaste tube

Blue suede shoes one missin' a shoelace to it

Two new chains you can call me 2 Chainz

Ropes hang like Hussein's noose

Yeah, they let the fruitcake loose

Then it goes

One for the trailer park

Two for my baby-ma

Three for the tater tots

Four if you ate a lot

Five if you came to rock straight up while

I'm shittin' on my comp'

I'm about to use the John like Grey Poupon

Money like a scroll bitch, my paper long

Longer than it takes a blonde to put her makeup on

'Cos me and Elvis gelled together like cellmates

Yeah, this the Jailhouse bitch, and I don't give a

I don't give a shit about a thing you say

I just wanna feel like a king today

And if you don't like it you can sit and spin

Middle fingers up we 'bout to do this shit again

Modus operandi bottle of blond dye

Top five since

I discovered peroxide

Yeah, since I got signed

I went from pot pies to Jack and the Bean

I'm watchin' my stock rise

These little attention seekers

I'm finna treat 'em like diabetics

Got 'em all on pins and needles just like Ozempic, meaning

Give these little pricks the finger and when I stick this thing up

It's higher than Wiz Khalifa soon as he lit the weed up

As I go pickin' speed up like I was finna re-up

Rap is my new Vicodin

Suboxone is how I treat it

Still goin' toe-to-toe, I'm still boxing with all my demons

But a couple Xanny bars and I'm Danny Gar-, see ya

Been stuntin' on you from the jump like Evel Knievel

Back in the cut and stackin' chips up like a can of Pringles

Sometimes I feel like Pete Rose

I got so many hit singles

Bitch, I barely have any wrinkles you sleepin' on me like I'm ZzzQuil

I don't give a shit about a thing you say

I just wanna feel like a king today

And if you don't like it you can sit and spin

Middle fingers up we 'bout to do this shit again

And it goes

One for the trailer park

Two for my baby-ma

Three for the tater tots

Four if you ate a lot

Five if you came to rock and you never gave a fuck

Middle fingers up we 'bout to do this shit again

I stole black music, yeah true

Perhaps used it as a tool to combat school

Kids came back on some bathroom shit

Now I call a hater a bidet

'Cos they mad that they can't do shit

And I know I'm such a dick, huh

And it must be fuckin' with ya to know I up and quit the

Prescription drugs and liquor and yet my buzz is bigger

Still rappin' circles around you like a boa constrictor

Break it down and now

I'm about to explain to you all the parallels between

Elvis and me and myself

It seem obvious one, he's pale as me

Second, we both been hailed as kings

He used to rock the Jailhouse and I used to rock The Shelter

We sell like Velveeta

Shells and Cheese

But y'all miss the meaner me back when I had felonies

That went over your head because you just fell on knees

You just literally knelt to me

I used to have no self-esteem

I used to cry myself to sleep

Honestly, I need doubters

Because you motherfuckers motivate me to make you look stupid

Believers, a little faith is all I seek from you

All I need to do is hear you say the same shit

My father said to me when

I was just a week or two

Marshall, I be leavin' you

No more Guinness Stout but my belief in myself once again is stout

So many world records

I'm Guinness'ed out

Shit you say goes in and out

My ear canals, so either my hearing's out

I don't give a shit about a thing you say

I just wanna feel like a king today

And if you don't like it you can sit and spin

Middle fingers up we 'bout to do this shit again