Title: “King of the Playground” Verse 1 Donald Trump in a tower on a golden throne, But he stomps his feet like a kid who wants to own. “That’s mine!” — pointing at the map, Greenland? “Nice, I’ll buy that — wrap it up, snap.” Colombia here, Canada there, Like the whole wide world’s a board game fair. With a Sharpie line he redraws fate, Thinks the planet’s just a real estate estate. Cap pulled low, chest pushed out, Every speech just louder than doubt. “Fake news!” anytime he’s pressed, Like popping his ego is a personal test. Hook King of the playground, wants it all, Grabs the globe like it’s his mall. Big gold towers, tiny mind, Trying to own all space and time. Verse 2 Diplomacy? Nah, he’d rather tweet, Caps lock blazing over a beat. “Deal of the century” every week, But it sounds like tantrums when he speaks. Wants to buy countries like brand new shoes, Like borders are something you pick and choose. From Washington down to the Pole, Plays world leader, thinks like a troll. Cameras flash — he lives for the show, Drama sells, so he steals the flow. Every headline bigger than life, But under the glitter? Just ego and strife. Bridge Gold on the walls, gold in the name, Power ain’t a toy in a billionaire’s game. If you think the world’s a private firm, History’s bigger than one-term churn. Hook (repeat) King of the playground, wants it all, Grabs the globe like it’s his mall. Big gold towers, tiny mind, Trying to own all space and time. (Beat fades out with distorted laughter and heavy bass drop.)
