Gilbert "Blond Kevin" Evilmus

Whoa Down on your knees before the King Whoa Down on your knees before the King

Well, RT Daniel was a master of drift Hot rod, hot boy, pro gamer, plus he’s on Twitch That boy had everything til hiccup and hitch  Princess Daisy joined the race on a whim (Get him Daisy)

The College Column on the tournament wrote: Our RT’s senior year and King was his hope Til gossip stirred that RT Daniel would choke Crowning Daisy first in the race (Daisy Sweep)

“RT,” his Twitch chat said “Drift is your life” “I know you don’t want us to unsubscribe”

You taste the rubber, RT, you taste the crown You thirst for blood on the podium stage You grasp for gold and glory, roaring of fans As they crown you king of college land

Check RT, Choose RT, Bet on RT Daniel Check RT, Choose RT, Bet on RT Daniel

So relentless, RT near lost his mind To life un-drift related, RT was blind He drove in circles saving seconds of time Still Daisy had a hold on the lead (Go go Daisy)

RT’s reality was hung by a thread The Column just proclaimed his monarchy dead Til then at last his boyfriend texted and said “I’m betting Daisy wins the Drift King Cup” (Love, love, Daisy)

“RT,” his Twitch chat said “Pick up the pace” “There’s no one watching you come last in the race”

You taste the rubber, RT, you taste the crown You thirst for blood on the podium stage You grasp for gold and glory, roaring of fans As they crown you king of college land

Whoa Down on your knees before the King Whoa Down on your knees before the King

Some boys are rational, but RT was not He stared in mirrors thinking one single thought (Daisy) A little sabotage, that crown’s good as got And so before the race, mercy, thus went his plot

D is for “The Drift King,” what you’ll call me, soon R’s for running over every foe, zoom! I is icy water poured all over the track And F is chat’s farewell, for you will never come back! But, but! T is for the tires squealing, crashed in the walls And I is engine fires igniting, sparking like bombs But N is for the way it ends, your pathway is blocked One spunky girl can bring a G for guards escorting you off (what a bitch)

You got your royalty, RT, you got your crown You got their blood staining glove covered hands Whoa, you stole the gold and glory, smiling to fans As you crowned you king of college land

Woah-oh-oh-oh God save the king Down on your knees before the king God save the king Whoa-oh-oh-oh The king of college land Down on your knees before the king of college land

They wrenched your race car from you, they took your crown They washed the blood from the podium stage Into a tiny dungeon, locked up in cuffs Screaming “I’ll always be the Drift King” At least in your head, they call you the Drift King Oh pity the dead, they called you the Drift King