Golden Arm

He is called the rocker I am called the king
He's got the best of
Soul Olymic Games
I used to call him
A counterfeit
He's like a rocket
He is docking on

He stole my car, my girl,
My guns, my band,
The dance moves and minutes,
My madness oh goodness
My madness he stole it....

Rock the shit come on, take your guns come on rock tha shit while i am sittin in the basement. rock tha shit come on, take your guns come on rock the shit rock the shit

He is wearin shot guns
Awakes with gin
Then he gets drunk and
They still love him
He's like a Jesus Feels like a God
And no one knows that
He locked me up.

He stole my car, my girl,
My guns, my band,
The dance moves and minutes,
My madness oh goodness
My madness he stole it.
My golden Arm...

Rock the shit come on, take your guns come on rock tha shit while i am sittin in the basement. rock tha shit come on, take your guns come on rock the shit rock the shit
He's called the rocker I'm called the king
He's got the gold chains
I've got the rings
I used to love him.
He tripped on me
I am the real deal.
Come set me free.