My brains have been fermented,
I guess that’s why I’m so demented
but it’s all good for me, I’ve already ascended,
I’ve implemented the proclamation of the Immortal
and I’m getting in your girly’s hole like a pimento,
I’m hell bent on never relenting,
I’m giving the world a “fuck you”,
it’s a hate fuck but it’s a love/hate relationship,
the turmoil setting your soul to a boil
is the metal needing to become molten before it becomes golden,
you must first go through Hell,
slammed with the hammer against the anvil
but if you press on and you’re brave,
most definitely one day the blade will quench in cool water,
emerge surging with power and like never before so much stronger
I am the 116
and they’re gonna have to
answer to my my Guns of Brixton,
you didn’t ask for this disaster,
well, it’s lucky for you
cause for me, it’s an easy fix,
sweep the floor with them,
then six victory laps,
how sick are these raps?
Better than good,
your girly’s on my hickory dickory,
giving hickeys to my wood
My flow is serotonin,
my rhymes are dopamine,
your girly’s feelin good,
she’s moaning with my peen up to her spleen,
I’m the Omen but “Damien” aint the name given to me,
it’s “Gregree” and a crown was bestowed on my skull
so I pull this wagon out of the mud,
they got all you fuckers stuck,
they got you good,
looks like you all could use a hand,
well, I just stepped in from another land,
I see this place is filled with hate
but I’m never late, I just had to wait till it was about to percolate,
actually it’s a bit of alchemy on an inter-dimensional scale,
the pendulum sails through the air
on it’s way to the top,
hear it squeak to the eeriest halt,
now it’s beginning to drop
I am the 116
and they’re gonna have to
answer to my my Guns of Brixton,
you didn’t ask for this disaster,
well, it’s lucky for you
cause for me, it’s an easy fix,
sweep the floor with them,
then six victory laps,
how sick are these raps?
Better than good,
your girly’s on my hickory dickory,
giving hickeys to my wood
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