Uprooted, I'm out on the kill
Lately I've been feeling less than chill
Lay me out like some skin on the rocks
I keep my assets in a super save liquor box
More parasitic and gritty in transmission
The black widow of chemical composition
Hold it in until I choke and drown
They all call me king of the rats when I'm in town
I'm running fever, I'm radioactive
My nerves curdle but I'm Highly Adaptive The stagnant smell of old flesh on the rocks
The aftershock interlocks with my eyestalks
More polluted, aggressively incessant
The cold breath on your neck is so pleasant
Inside my burrow where I choke it down
They all call me king of the rats when I'm in town
King of the rats
King of the rats