M-Phazes, Drapht - Where's Elvis? lyrics

Kids these days
They say how do I respect my elders?
My overzealous elders had respect in Elvis
To walk through the door
With his pelvis swinging
Singing and dancing velvet suit
Diamonds blinging bringing the masses
Imagine the face of the fans
When the gates opened up
To the Graceland mansion
"Hey there's Elvis!" He's still so hansom
Yep! "There's Elvis!" Back like the Phantom
From dead to alive
But, you're lead to believe
He premeditated his death
Took a second to breathe
Freedom, free of the screaming
Free of the cocaine feeding his demons
Daydreamed leaving the mainstream market
So they say, he put a wax dummy in his casket
So they say
They saw beads of sweat on his neck
But a body doesn't sweat when it's dead
Where's Elvis?

Where's Elvis? Where the hell is the king at?
Made the made world stop
Whenever he'd sing that
Blue Suede Shoes, Viva Las Vegas
Is the king alive today? Where's Elvis?
Wait! Where the king at, the king at?
Made the world stop whenever he'd
Go and sing that
"Jailhouse Rock", "All Shook Up"
One day they looked up and
He was fucking gone, where's Elvis?

"Elvis has left the building"

Priscilla and Lisa Marie know where
The king of libido's
Hiding out, living life in incognito
From Rio to Tennessee, North Carolina
Started in Hawaii, Michigan and West Vagina
(West Virginia)
What's in the head space of the king though?
Don't shoot the messenger, ring around
Ask Ringo
Or Paul McCartney, The Beatles' Elvis Presley
They planned the whole recipe
Well yeah allegedly
I knew it was them, those fucking Beatles
Or maybe Chuck D and Flavor Flav
Laid him in the grave cause what he played
They claimed
He was racist, but face it, a no so basic
Didn't write a song
Sold a billion 'cause he played sick
To some a murder of the king of rock 'n' roll
Or one too many burger probably
Robbed him of his soul
Or maybe a peanut butter
Banana fried sandwich
Everybody wants to know where the
Fuck your man is

Where's Elvis? Where the hell is the king at?
Made the made world stop
Whenever he'd sing that
Blue Suede Shoes, Viva Las Vegas
Is the king alive today? Where's Elvis?
Wait! Where the king at, the king at?
Made the world stop whenever he'd
Go and sing that
"Jailhouse Rock", "All Shook Up"
One day they looked up and
He was fucking gone, where's Elvis?

"And when you're out like Elvis
They want to dig you"

Yeah, since he was born
He was destined for greatness
A still-born twin brother that didn't make it
The day January eight, ninety-thirty five
Not that he needed any more
Power like the life
Of the Amish, his disadvantage a drug take
Tarnished his life, carnage, a love hate
Relationship, not just the basic shit
Fourteen drugs in his system
He loved the fucking taste of it
Wasted, had an anaphylactic shock
Caused by codeine, had a heart-attack
Dropped
Off the toilet, maybe just a ploy to escape
Maybe fingered a heavyweight in the
Las Vegas drug trade
"Wait, what he fingered him?" Ohh
Not fingered him as fingered him
Changed some evidence and put a
Ring of 'em away
Then he left the stage, last time he played
Raised his head, said we'll meet again, so

Where's Elvis? Where the hell is the king at?
Made the made world stop
Whenever he'd sing that
Blue Suede Shoes, Viva Las Vegas
Is the king alive today? Where's Elvis?
Wait! Where the king at, the king at?
Made the world stop whenever he'd
Go and sing that
"Jailhouse Rock", "All Shook Up"
One day they looked up and
He was fucking gone, where's Elvis?
Where's Elvis? Where the hell is the king at?
Made the made world stop
Whenever he'd sing that
Blue Suede Shoes, Viva Las Vegas
Is the king alive today? Where's Elvis?
Wait! Where the king at, the king at?
Made the world stop whenever he'd
Go and sing that
"Jailhouse Rock", "All Shook Up"
One day they looked up and
He was fucking gone, where's Elvis?