I’m-a spark these trees, they’re furry as a squirrel tail,
sit for a spell and hear my Wormwood whale of a tale,
there’s a Devil in a motionless sailboat on my Ocean,
sloped over the side, eyes on the subconscious sea,
tracing lyrics in the ripples,
then my friend instantly sends them to me, a simple telepathy,
if it ain’t broke then I’m not gonna fix it,
I’ve sipped the elixir then took the jug
and licked it clean down to the remnants,
now I’m the King and there is no resemblance to anything like me,
I’m still laughing at how you lizzies used to try to psyche me out,
well, I know you heard that Fikus dreamed a dream for me,
so if you turkeys of jive strive to stay alive
then with me you don’t wanna meet,
behold the open lotus heart,
I’m Vishnu's
epistle rap attack
strapped with a poison dart, the tip is red hot,
so witness your loss cause win this, you will not
Your level of class is laughable,
I’m the Devil, drink from my carafe,
Hellz yes, I’m able to help,
take a gulp of my audible blood,
my words are Wormwood,
rise and synthesize through absinthe eyes,
the end of the labyrinth lies ahead,
I’m M.C. Escher sketching, time is drawing,
bet you’re ready for a change,
Gregree’s gonna switch on the heat my dears,
My flow is the Antelope sliding into Home on the range
I’m the Easter Hare
getting under the villain’s skin like a follicle,
Aquarius Vessel pouring,
the Flow is unstoppable,
pop the blockages out of your spiritual pores, oxy you free,
the Oxbow Goddess allotted time for this meeting,
Earth time is depleting and I’m seeing
what needs to be done in mine mind’s Eye,
thank you sweet Deity, it would please me greatly
to repay you one day as handsomely as yours truly,
yes, yes I know I’m as generous as I am conceited
but I’m just what the Doctor ordered cause I’m what’s needed,
Truth is, the Gnomes adopted the New Breed,
grew the seed, they made a feast for It
and swore on the grave, the sacred ways they would teach to It,
now these leeches trying to suck the life out of the people,
fuck that shit, you’ve breached the rules,
dirty players aren’t allowed to win this game,
so with bleach, on you I’m making it rain
Your level of class is laughable,
I’m the Devil, drink from my carafe,
Hellz yes, I’m able to help,
take a gulp of my audible blood,
my words are Wormwood,
rise and synthesize through absinthe eyes,
the end of the labyrinth lies ahead,
I’m M.C. Escher sketching, time is drawing,
bet you’re ready for a change,
Gregree’s gonna switch on the heat my dears,
My flow is the Antelope sliding into Home on the range
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