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The Roots of Kings of Leon (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Regurge: A Bucket of Bile Best of Bile (Bile) · Bucket [UK #2] (Kings of Leon) · Satan Kicked the Bucket (Lee "Scratch" Perry) · The Bucket [UK] (Kings of Leon) · Bucket! (Jimmy Smith) · Long Shot Kick de Bucket: The Best of the Pioneers (The Pioneers) · The Bucket, Pt. 2 [Germany] (Kings of Leon) · Rock-A-Bucket (Ike Turner) · Regurge: A Bucket of Bile Best of Bile (Bile) – and 90 other albums »


There are babies with guns beheading their friends
In shopping malls around the world
Yet somehow the Kings of Leon still find time to write songs
Detroit, Michigan 

I switch again, bucket seats with my girlfriend 

Wearin Paco in a Bronco, cologne is Pronto 

Movin quickly like the Lone Ranger,
on him
Kings at the ready
Now the walls won?t win

Aesop Rock
Storms on the harbor, like a harbinger of bore
Gore?s my harbinger, pardon the art of war
Get
and chrome rims
Bitch you know what it is
I'm live from the underground, underground
Live from the underground, underground
Underground, underground
Live
In the ghetto
You think life is hard
Food stamps and to' up cars
Wall to wall dirty on carpet
Sit in a bucket hopin' you can start it
And ride
Doin' it up everyday son. Word up. Still on. C.N.N. still live on what.
C.N.N. live long. Live on word up. Check it. Dedicated know what I'm sayin'?
It could be the napalm, droppin' non stop bombs, 
Armed like vietnam, dominatin' like King Kong. 
Lyrical madness, step up, take up, and start
A power, because my temper's at the border
Like I said before, I keep a party filled, like a bucket of water
MC, H-E-A-V-Y D
O-V-E-R-W-E-I-G-H-T Lover in
The name ring then the chain swing and dames cling
Money green, Maury kicks, whips and new fitteds
Advocated by the few who do live it

Blomberg, make
snack
I'm Santa Claus down to Panama beach drunk in my underalls
Playing underwear volleyball with ya bra
I ain't bothered by your triple D's, not at all
buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' niggas known for tellin' bitches fuck it in the late night

"Last
ninjas
'll come through, tuxedos on with the gold llamas
Priceless like emeralds, check out the ski mask
King Tut's nephew gave it to me for three bags
chicken
A bu-a-bucket full of acid by the do'
Just in case I gotta throw away my yole
Bars around the house, bars around the window
Dope around
carton
You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in
records
Grimey! If you choose to live by the gun, young one, with hits
Five nine is my height
If I was ever to grow, tell y'all a lil' secret
Nobody got
motherfucker
I'm ruin you by twelve o'clock tomorrow
Not a scholar of my vengeance, I'm as spiteful as my father
I forgot his birthday back when I was ten, he
to spawn merit; I was born where all the king's men couldn't mend a broken spirit; I was born where it don't matter if you stand, sit, or fall, to live
or a genre,
Like you know, YOLO, POLO
Holy Motorolas in my phone, I'm gon' call your motherfucker
I'm ruin you by twelve o'clock tomorrow
Not a staller of my
It could be the napalm, droppin' non stop bombs, 
Armed like vietnam, dominatin' like King Kong. 
Lyrical madness, step up, take up, and start
to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture 
The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment
Was, is, and forever will be
the dirt, too demonic for the church
I body any and everybody until the day they put my body in the earth
This is ghetto gossip while I work

Live from
never liked ya keep a thousand yards stiff 
When I'm mashin by, ya pussy posse ain't gon' appear 
Like if I hopped out, told ya to run yo shit playa
buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' niggas known for tellin' bitches fuck it in the late night

"Last
buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' n****s known for tellin' b****es f*** it in the late night

"Last
with clutch buckets
They'd rather not see you in Malibu eatin' veal
Strength recognize strength, real recognize real. 
Chorus 2x

Verse 3: (Chip