Don’t look to me for an answer
cause there is no answer
but I gotta ask you:
“At what point do you wanna stop
dancing with the cancer?”,
Let me toss a bunch of you in a pen
and tell you that you’re free
and I’ll throw you some slop to live on,
ain’t that generous of me?
Come sheep, awake from your sleep,
open your mind, stand on your hind legs,
It’s time to kick the ass of those that cause this harm,
this is your Animal Farm, take over the main house
and if they don’t wanna give it up,
then let’s douse the whole fucking thing
and burn it to the ground,
there’s a zero chance of me losing
so the choosing is yours, make it wise
cause if you don’t wake your viper
then you’ll bake and vaporize,
Eyes, you have three of ‘em
and those evil sort want to keep yours dormant
but I’m not gonna let ya,
so I’m opening it for you,
yeah, here comes the trifecta
and just to show off, my lyrical pectorals
do an alternating dance,
I don’t give ultimatums,
no, that wouldn’t do,
I just soft shoe on their skeletons,
I’m exalting the whole fucking thing,
sip the Henny, throw a penny for I’m the wishing well
wishing you well like you have no idea,
I’m the one you sought
now here, I brought my Crown,
try it on, gather round,
It’s big enough for all to wear at once,
I’m not Belinda Carlisle but Heaven will be a place on Earth
when you catch a whiff of this Starchild’s pheromones,
halt in the name of
L-O-V-E-N-O-M,
my caress packs a bite,
the sound of my voice was designed to ignite
automatic turn-on,
there’s a glow in your old furnace,
Orange fills the room,
my raps rip through your entombed shell,
feel the swell of your Peacock Plume,
now let out a roar for The Owl who disembowels the enemy
and squawks out “Now who who wants some more?”
and those bugs make sounds like crickets,
they won’t step to the sickest,
This is my declaration of congratulations
to you cause you made it through their berating attack,
I bring balance parading back into the equation,
my raps take the black board and erases,
the slate’s clean,
what happens when a great dream
becomes waking reality?
I ain’t faking with the things I say,
I’m inferno hot and fact is, I’m reborn
and sent to re-bend and re-form
the Rings back into the Eternal Knot,
I hopped through the box of Pandora,
I’m Pan, I stepped through the door
now I’m back like the pack of Dora the Explorer,
It’s the Ghost of Christ’s Mask,
I believe I just past Eve
and I saw her eat the apple down to the core,
so much more than a nibble,
let the automatic scribbles
ripple over the page, my Sage,
yes, I steer this Vessel my dear,
We’re headed to the fulfillment of The Covenantler,
I’m blinding your optics,
fry your eyes with my Archaeopteryx style,
I defile everything, this is heavy stuff,
get crushed by Heaven’s King,
I don’t intend to leave even a semblance,
the ember’s red and you can’t touch this
but I’m from Pan-ville so I go hammer time on that anvil,
now we’re getting deep like the crotch of parachute pants,
I have an affinity for being infinitely affluent,
Flow like a fluid, so the days of your reign,
these are the last of ‘em, no fooling
cause as it happens to be, it has to be me,
The Almighty King, who must brave the storm,
hold the people in my arms and bring them through it
and best believe I’m-a do it, I’m the flyest,
I defy The Eye, I is The One,
the Prize has already been won,
I surprise your mind with triangular slang that I sling,
mentally see a big “WTF” with infinite interrobangs,
my Pterodactyl hangs upside down like a bat when he’s chillin,
yes indeed, he gets sleepy after peeling skin
from the villain’s lifeless corpse,
oh that’s priceless, I just laughed so hard, I snorted
and Owl Mother’s Milk spilled from my nostril again,
oh, here come the ill ideas, quick get me a pen
and make it the quill of Sacred Forbiddenness,
dip it in apple juice, give it a swish,
I’m King Gregree and me thinks it makes a fine ink
and yes, I have an inkling the enemy’s pants
are drenched in much more than a tinkling
This is my declaration of congratulations
to you cause you made it through their berating attack,
I bring balance parading back into the equation,
my raps take the black board and erases,
the slate’s clean,
what happens when a great dream
becomes waking reality?
I ain’t faking with the things I say,
I’m inferno hot and fact is, I’m reborn
and sent to re-bend and re-form
the Rings back into the Eternal Knot
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