King of the Hill is an American animated comedy series created by Mike Judge and Greg Daniels that ran from January 12, 1997, to May 6, 2010, on Fox network. It centers on the Hills, a middle-class Methodist family in the fictional small suburban town of Arlen, Texas. It attempts to retain a naturalistic approach, seeking humor in the conventional and mundane aspects of everyday life while dealing with issues comically.
Judge and Daniels conceived the series after a run with Judge's Beavis and Butt-head on MTV, and the series debuted on FOX as a midseason replacement on January 12, 1997, quickly becoming a hit. The series's popularity led to syndication around the world, and episodes run every night on Cartoon Network's Adult Swim. The show became one of Fox's longest-running series, and at the time of its cancellation the second longest-running American animated series. In 2007 it was named by Time magazine as one of the top 100 greatest television shows of all time. The title theme was written and performed by The Refreshments. King of the Hill won two Emmy Awards and was nominated for seven. It is now the third longest running primetime animated series after The Simpsons and South Park.
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Oh, I'm leaning on a rail
Letting my eyes roam over the plain
Oh, I'm laughing on my break
Feeling like a captive on a long chain
Watch the people pick up sticks
Big boss man cracks his whip
It's serious but we laugh to keep from crying (whoa, crying)
Spouting out the company line
Everything here's just fine
He says he cares about me but he's lying (whoa, lying)
And up, up in the big house
The king of the hill
Oh, I'm watching the boss man
Talking to his sister with the dirty hands
They sit, cussing at the rules
Wishing they could lose me as fast as they can
He's got me in the roughest rig
He thinks I took his brother's gig
People say they've got the game rigged (whoa, rigged)
His daddy gave him everything
A job and a house and his earring
Why does he think that I'm so threatening, (whoa, so bad)
And up, up in the big house
King of the hill
And there, driving the big cat
King of the hill
I'm over in my space
Swatting bugs, sweat stains rolling down my face
I'm trying not to drink
Knowing I've got to roll out of this place
Watch the people pick up bricks
King of the hill with his nightstick
Caught up in accounting tricks
Throw a bone to the poor hicks
Got some candy, take a lick
Great white hope, shooting bricks
Time to let us all share the wealth (whoa, the wealth)
Getting coffee for the big stick
Hand in his pants at the skin flick
Leisure suit, but thinks he's slick
Lots of poisons, take your pick
Mama, mama, mama come quick
Feeling like I'm getting sick
Have you noticed any nervous tics
Think I'd better take care of myself (whoa, myself)
And up, up in the big house
King of the hill
And there, driving the big cat
[Ice Cube]
Oh Yeah,
It ain't over motherfuckers...
Niggas don't understand...
Every few years,
Niggas got to get their motherfucking caps peeled back...
Nigga this is Westside nigga... dont think, nigga DONT THINK!
Now, next motherfuckers... go by the name of Cypress Hill
K all motherfucking day
[Ice Cube]
Every few years niggas think they can deal with the real
Now I gots to fuck Cypress Hill
I got a voice you should fear!
I drink a beer bust a rap and end your fucking career
You fuckin cowards
Never seen a hood high powered
Like the Westside Connect
Slide me my tech
I Got'em
Soon as I spot'em I'm dumpin
Gots to treat these bitch ass niggas like they stole something
I see a joint in your clutch
You're smokin that shit too much
Got your bitch ass touched
Sen Dogg you can't rap from the guts
And B-Real sounding like he got baby nuts
I don't know why y'all think y'all slick
I don't know what rapper down wit your click
I don't know one bitch on your dick
And I don't know one nigga pumping your shit
I hear you claiming South Central wait...
You ain't from my hood!
Y'all hoes from South Gate
Coming with a voice high pitched
The "B" in B-Real must stand for Bitch
[Mack 10]
We'll its the Hip-Hop junkie startin static
Now I'm rolling up Cypress Hill
Letting niggas have it
Got these wannabe thugs up
Load my slugs up
Hey yo back up Cube Dogg we passed that bitch Muggs up
Pull over and let me out this show no sight
And let me show this White Boy
What that Westside Connect like
Boo Ya Boo Ya! from tha gauge as I spit them
Tha buck shots spray and made them lay as I hit'em (Uhhh)
Ain't got the Swedish punks ass no mo'
1 down and 2 to go
Hand me a Fo' Fo'
Let me get my ride on
Get my homicide on
B-Real wish he could be me 'cause he know he can't see me (Biiiiiitch!)
You should have known you can't fade a real hog
Bringin Inglewood small
Cause I'm a real dogg
You bustas wanna see me but you bustas can't come close
Because I'm ACE homies with Americas Most
Nigga miss me
I'm used to a hoe trying to kiss me
Now what gave your bitch ass enough heart to diss me?
You'll come up missing
And Sen Dogg is so wacked he ain't even worth dissin (hahaha)
You niggas need to listen
On everything I love my heat can't release a dub
Fuck rappin fuck strapping I'll create another bloody glove
Its 1 - 0 and For sho' I'll kill
You pussies can't match my skill
Cause I'm the King Of The Hill!
[Ice Cube]
Everybody in the Ghetto, know what you're doing
1 white boy and 2 fucking Cubans
Claiming that you're Loco
But you ain't Mexican
Listen to "No Vaseline" Before you flex again
Fucking with tha hoggs
You say you bloods
But you ain't nothing but a Dogg fool
On tour only rapping to tha yuppies
We the Big Fish that'll make a dish out you fucking guppies
So who y'all with?
Niggaz down with Cypress can wipe this shit off my dick
Has I stick it like King Kong
And play Ping Pong
With this fake ass Cheech and Chong
Did you tell ya
Momma that I had to help ya
When Sen Dogg left your bitch ass in Australia
You say that I took your hook?
It must be the White Boy thinking all niggaz crooks
Now What? You hip-hop Hippies
How you fucking junkies
Think you Gonna Punk Me?
And chill
And Deal with tha fact that you ain't got enough skill
To kill
The King Of The Hill
[Mack10]
Ice Cube could you pass me my steel?
[Ice Cube]
For real!
[Mack10]
I'm the king of the Hill!
[Ice Cube]
Mack10 could you pass me my steel?
[Mack10]
For real!
[Ice Cube]
I'm the King of the Hill!
[Mack10]
Ice Cube could you pass me my steel?
[Ice Cube]
For real!
[Mack10]
I'm the king of the Hill!
[Ice Cube]
Westside could you pass me my steel?
[Mack10]
For real!
[Ice Cube]
I'm the King of the Hill!
"I'm havin Illusions"
[Ice Cube]
A Westside niggas whooping on your motherfuckin ass
That's what you gotta loose u lil' BITCH
[Mack10]
Yeah nigga youse a bitch
Dogg we aint got no niggas like you on my side
Nigga this is Inglewood
Westside Yeeeeeah
[Ice Cube]
Check it out...
We're waiting for round 2 you punk ass mothefuckers
And anybody else that wanna get some
Stand in line
L.A.'s asleep, you roll up your window
The night air is cold, the freeway is clear
In a green Gucci bag are your prized possessions
The jewels of your mind to hold back the fear
And when Monday comes 'round, there's a high lonesome sound
And she follows you down for the kill
And a white blinding light makes it all seem so right
And you feel like the King of the Hill
The driveway is long, your princess is lovely
Your servants all wait for your knock on the door
How many years will you crawl through this castle?
So satisfied and still wanting more
And when Monday comes 'round, there's a high lonesome sound
And she follows you down for the kill
And a white blinding light makes it all seem so right
And you feel like the King of the Hill, yeah
The guests have arrived with all the right faces
But you miss the ball in that room down the hall
It's sunrise again, the driveway is empty
The crystal is cracked, there's blood on the wall
And when Monday comes 'round, there's a high lonesome sound
And she follows you down for the kill
And a white blinding light makes it all seem so right
And you feel like the King of the Hill
And when Monday comes 'round, there's a high lonesome sound
And she follows you down for the kill
And a white blinding light makes it all seem so right
And you feel like the King of the Hill
Yes, you feel like the King of the Hill
Ah, you feel like the King of the Hill
Lost days and distant nights
Sail out beyond the light
Set a course straight and true
You've started something
Now see it through
[Chorus]
I am the king of the hill
The very top of the heap
You wanna play, it's going to cost
No turning back 'cause you're in to deep
Take a stand, make a move
Tell the world you've got something to prove
Play your cards read 'em and weep
Count the cost, cause they don't come cheap
[Chorus]
I am the king of the hill
The very top of the heap
You wanna play, it's going to cost
No turning back 'cause you're in to deep
What's inside your mind -
Find it, feel it
You know you can find
No one sees it
Dedicate your mind
Stand up, face it
Turning twisting time
Turn around, see me move
Yeah
No way
Not today
Stand up
L am the king
Knock me off
I am the king
Count the cost
L am the king
Knock me off
I own this hill
Knock, knock, daddy's home
Out where the west begins that's where we're goin'
Power slide ain't ya heard?
How fast you're willin' to go into a curve?
500 horses and a Chrysler mill
Makes me king of the hill
Guns and guitars, bikinis and fast cars
Slide behind the wheel, go
Back and forth, back and forth
Back and forth, sideways, upside down
I'm normally insolvent
It shouldn't cause a problem
With my hot pursuits
500 horses and a Chrysler mill
Makes me king of the hill
Guns and guitars, bikinis and fast cars
Slide behind the wheel, go
Go, why don't you shut up
Get in my pick-up
Hey where's your get up and go? Go, go
500 horses and a chrysler mill
Makes me king of the hill
Guns and guitars, bikinis and fast cars
Slide behind the wheel, go
Go, go
Oh Yeah,
It ain't over motherfuckers...
Niggas don't understand...
Every few years,
Niggas got to get their motherfucking caps peeled back...
Nigga this is Westside nigga...dont think, nigga DONT THINK!
Now, next motherfuckers...go by the name of Cypress Hill
K all motherfucking day
Every few years niggas think they can deal with the real
Now I gots to fuck Cypress Hill
I got a voice you should fear!
I drink a beer bust a rap and end your fucking career
You fuckin cowards
Never seen a hood high powered
Like the Westside Connect
Slide me my tech
I Got'em
Soon as I spot'em I'm dumpin
Gots to treat these bitch ass niggas like they stole something
I see a joint in your clutch
You're smokin that shit too much
Got your bitch ass touched
Sen Dogg you can't rap from the guts
And B-Real sounding like he got baby nuts
I don't know why y'all think y'all slick
I don't know what rapper down wit your click
I don't know one bitch on your dick
And I don't know one nigga pumping your shit
I hear you claiming South Central wait...
You ain't from my hood!
Y'all hoes from South Gate
Coming with a voice high pitched
The "B" in B-Real must stand for Bitch
We'll its the Hip-Hop junkie startin static
Now I'm rolling up Cypress Hill
Letting niggas have it
Got these wannabe thugs up
Load my slugs up
Hey yo back up Cube Dogg we passed that bitch Muggs up
Pull over and let me out this show no sight
And let me show this White Boy
What that Westside Connect like
Boo Ya Boo Ya! from tha gauge as I spit them
Tha buck shots spray and made them lay as I hit'em (Uhhh)
Ain't got the Swedish punks ass no mo'
1 down and 2 to go
Hand me a Fo' Fo'
Let me get my ride on
Get my homicide on
B-Real wish he could be me 'cause he know he can't see me (Biiiiiitch!)
You should have known you can't fade a real hog
Bringin Inglewood small
Cause I'm a real dogg
You bustas wanna see me but you bustas can't come close
Because I'm ACE homies with Americas Most
Nigga miss me
I'm used to a hoe trying to kiss me
Now what gave your bitch ass enough heart to diss me?
You'll come up missing
And Sen Dogg is so wacked he ain't even worth dissin (hahaha)
You niggas need to listen
On everything I love my heat can't release a dub
Fuck rappin fuck strapping I'll create another bloody glove
Its 1 - 0 and For sho' I'll kill
You pussies can't match my skill
Cause I'm the King Of The Hill!
Everybody in the Ghetto, know what you're doing
1 white boy and 2 fucking Cubans
Claiming that you're Loco
But you ain't Mexican
Listen to "No Vaseline" Before you flex again
Fucking with tha hoggs
You say you bloods
But you ain't nothing but a Dogg fool
On tour only rapping to tha yuppies
We the Big Fish that'll make a dish out you fucking guppies
So who y'all with?
Niggaz down with Cypress can wipe this shit off my dick
Has I stick it like King Kong
And play Ping Pong
With this fake ass Cheech and Chong
Did you tell ya
Momma that I had to help ya
When Sen Dogg left your bitch ass in Australia
You say that I took your hook?
It must be the White Boy thinking all niggaz crooks
Now What? You hip-hop Hippies
How you fucking junkies
Think you Gonna Punk Me?
And chill
And Deal with tha fact that you ain't got enough skill
To kill
The King Of The Hill
Ice Cube could you pass me my steel?
For real!
I'm the king of the Hill!
Mack10 could you pass me my steel?
For real!
I'm the King of the Hill!
Ice Cube could you pass me my steel?
For real!
I'm the king of the Hill!
Westside could you pass me my steel?
For real!
I'm the King of the Hill!
"I'm havin Illusions"
A Westside niggas whooping on your motherfuckin ass
That's what you gotta loose u lil' BITCH
Yeah nigga youse a bitch
Dogg we aint got no niggas like you on my side
Nigga this is Inglewood
Westside Yeeeeeah
Check it out...
We're waiting for round 2 you punk ass mothefuckers
And anybody else that wanna get some
Stand in line
what is peace
to the people
who work the land
and die in wars?
it was learned in a game
that was played by us all
who held the top of the hill
from the rest was called the king
and I can't believe it all
was good for humankind
is it peace
to point the guns?
is it war
to fire the guns?
we would run with all of our might
push the king off to take the hill
and to learn who was king
and who makes the better serf
I can't believe it all
was good for humankind
and i have to read the lies
between the lines
believe in this
we are part
of a whole we call the earth
and i have to read the lies
I feel these wings are spreading
Can't wait 'til the day that we can fly away
Angel looks in the sky
It's still trying to reach us
I've made nothing to something
Gripped gold 'til gravels redemption
Reach up
But will this
Bring me bright skies
A soul set to be shattered grows
Ignorance of the brain can overshadow
Let go of thought and feel where your brain can't go...
(Chorus)
How does it feel
Does it seem real, to be on the wrong side
How does it feel
Does it seem real, to be at all...
A mind trained to be hollow knows
(Vibrations start to show)
Now thoughts have cleared and feelings takes control
(The knowledge of the soul)
Let go of skin and realize there's so much more...
(Chorus x2)
Bring me bright skies
Now I've seen what stings
Now it is my time to shine
Shine on with me
Bring truth to family
Heres one thing
Can't tear it away from me
It's everything to me
It's all I can be
This family I'll bleed
This family I need
Without these few I could not breathe.....
If you gonna be king of the hill
You can't make it at the cotton mill
If you gonna be king of the hill
You can't make it at the cotton mill
Get put on at the Harlan mine
Be the last one out at quittin' time
You already workin' when the whistle blew
Never complain about a job to do
When they say who can, you say I will
If you ever gonna be king of the hill
If you gonna be king of the hill
You can't make it at the cotton mill
You need a good woman to share your bed
To keep you loved and to keep you fed
To help you to face another day
To get you up and on your way
Where the golden rule don't rule out true
You do to them before they do to you
Watch out for yourself or nobody will
If you ever gonna be king of the hill
If you gonna be king of the hill
You can't make it at the cotton mill
Saturday night you go to Harlan town
You shoot some pool and you fool around
You watch the girls and you drink bootleg
Get starved to death before you beg
You trust in luck till your luck is gone
Then jump right in and you hang right on
There may be times you would have to kill
If you ever gonna be king of the hill
If you gonna be king of the hill
You can't make it at the cotton mill
When the last of the coals out of every vein
Had long been gone on the northbound train
Walk up to the top and if you're standing still
You can call yourself king of the hill
But if you fall like a lot have done
By accident or knife or gun
When they lay you high on the mountain still
You can call yourself king of the hill
If you gonna be king of the hill