You are not King to me

You can be dressed in Dior

You can rest on Fendi sheets

You lay your head on a pillow of silk

That don't mean very much to me

You are just a silly thing

You will never be my king

You are too self absorbed

You are very weak 

I am very humble but I do have few things

You are a laughing stock

You only count your coins and money

You trade yourself just like a stock 

In a company 

You keep your company with yes men

And servants

You move your little cock

And the rooster is crowing

The bird has flown

There is no sign of maturity

Or of growth

You are a little clown

A wannabe gangster

You fashion yourself as a funky mafia

You are just not that profound

You are just a dish rag of a person

Go scrub yourself with a brillo pad

And wash your ass

You are just someone I cannot stand

I can't fathom why you have success

you only care for yourself

You are not a real man

How does it feel to hear the truth

From a fag

The flag that you thought would fear you

And cower and whimper and be a wimp

And cry and only look for Mr. Right

You are someone I cannot stand

You should know I don't judge you

I am more man than you 

And I say in a satin lace panty

You are delusional

If you think I'll give it up to you

I cannot stand you

You are not a man.