Mocking a King.

[Intro – Spoken]
He calls himself proud.
Proud Welsh.
But he spits on his own legend...
He called King Arthur a “mongo.”
Nah.
That don’t sit right.
[Verse 1]
Taffy, the man with the dragon on his chest,
Mocked the King who rose above the rest.
He laughed at Arthur, said “myth” and “bullshit,”
But forgot that he’s pissing where his roots sit.
You claim the land, but deny the crown,
Mock a king who wore the thorny crown.
Who bled for this soil, sword in his fist,
Yet you call him a name off a troll’s hit list?
[Chorus – Sung/Spoken blend]
Mocking a king won’t make you royal,
Denying your bloodline? That’s disloyal.
You wear the red, but your pride is hollow,
You forget your past, there’s no future to follow.
[Verse 2]
The bards once sang of Arthur’s might,
Welsh born, Welsh bred, fierce in the fight.
But you sneer, like a court jester high,
Too proud to kneel, too blind to try.
You asked me to guess your number, a trick,
As if parlor games could outwit the myth.
I told you your truth, you spat on the name,
But you mock yourself when you mock Arthur’s fame.
[Bridge – Spoken with reverb]
You mocked the king...
But what if the king’s in you?
What if your blood carries the song you deny?
What if your name…
Was meant for more?
[Final Chorus – Strong delivery]
Mocking a king won’t steal his story,
He’s in the stone, in the soil, in glory.
Call him what you want — that don’t change fate,
Arthur lives on… and you just sealed your state.
[Outro – Whispered]
You mocked the myth...
But forgot it was history.
And history don’t forget.
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