Fredrick the Great

Lyrics

[Verse]
Fredrick the Great, bristles on fleek,
Polish pearly whites every day of the week.
Glidin’ through the gums, flossin' with finesse,
Turnin’ morning breath into fresh success.

[Chorus]
He a ruler of plaque, a tyrant of grime,
Scrubbin' out the dirt, keeping teeth prime.
A toothbrush king, his kingdom’s your smile,
Fredrick the Great, been fresh for a while.

[Verse 2]
Mornings, he posted up next to the sink,
Ready for battle with his minty pink ink.
Enemies scatter, the cavities quake,
Gingivitis shudder under every sweep he makes.

[Bridge]
No sword, no shield, he a tool for the clean,
The bristle blade sharp, floss threads keen.
Plaque gets erased, a legend in the foam,
Fredrick makes his mark, call your mouth his home.

[Chorus]
He a ruler of plaque, a tyrant of grime,
Scrubbin' out the dirt, keeping teeth prime.
A toothbrush king, his kingdom’s your smile,
Fredrick the Great, been fresh for a while.

[Verse 3]
By night, he chills in his porcelain throne,
Waitin’ for the call, can’t leave teeth alone.
Heroes don’t rest, he got mouths to save,
Fredrick the Great, cuz the clean isn’t a phase.