Broken Crown Lyrics

Jack

Black Jack

.22 in his back

Lone Wolf of the pack

Cut the stack

21 cap

Clap

A money trap

Laugh

Happy slap

There's a good chap

Take a dance lap

Money trap

Monkey trap

Let him yap

Tap the tap

Snap the snap

Of necks

are you out or next

We'll have you crowned

Jack now a king renowned

Just make no sound

21 and shots all around

22 and shots all around

Hear his feet hit the ground

Call the hound

Fuck a frill

Jill had spat out every pill

And got a thrill

Yeah, whatever, she will

Run of the mill

Run of the mill

Born in a landfill

Hell became downhill

A woman was made to kill

Jack ran afraid

The red in his head not from a blade

Not a suicide king maybe an old maid

He had been swayed

He was the game played

Everyone else just paid

Yet he was below the grade

This is how a king is made

Jack met Jill

Chasing a pain pill

Downhill

Her laugh was shrill

Saying how many lives until

You live like at will

You make me ill

Jack fell but Jill

Stood on the hill

Laughing still

I found your crown

On the ground

I think I'll wear it, clown

Why don't you stay down

Envy is not green

Envy is obscene

Envy is to kerosene

As you are to a guillotine

I don't get what I get; I don't wean

I dig like an amphetamine

You're pretty like a slot machine

I am too full of dopamine

The red on my hands won't wash clean

This is mine is what I mean

All hail the fucking queen