Bred to be a punch drunk pit bull
Hit to win and you become the mass will
You'll defeat the world they promised him
A hero in need of love always wins
Flash talk, T.V made him what he was
The greed collecting while the blood is drawn
He fought everyone like they had stolen from him
But in the end he was a just a boy controlled by the king
The king of America, the king of the world
A talker, a winner
A bottomloss cup of an ego
Bodyguards, girls that never say no
Red alert gloves swinging out of control
Everybody struggling for a piece of his soul
Their wonder boy their pile of gold
The king of America, the king of the world
A talker, a winner
A bottomloss cup of an ego
