Defeat me?.. you’ll never,
I’ll sever your head and drink all the blood
and when you’re offended, it makes me feel good,
I’m G-O-D and your girly believes in me
so I think that I should sink in my wood,
yes, I’m filthy obscenity,
I’m destroying the enemy
but you’d never suspect it,
you just bet that I’m out of my mind
and what you judge me to be, isn’t really me
but you’ll find that I’m ugly, beautiful,
anger and the crucial love all mixed into one
and soon you’ll know that my flow is the Moon’s final Son,
through the clearing appears the Silver Tear
trickling from under the lunar thunder,
behold the Wickedest Star,
who’d a thunk it, but you humans would turn out to be
the heart beat masterpiece, work of art
born from the bark and the trunk
of a family tree as wondrous as ours,
There’s just a little ways left to go,
your options shrinking in the blink
of The Eye of corruption
but to Me, it’s nothing
and They say that the payback can’t even be described,
My, Oh, My, Illuminat-eye,
that’s plural for you fish in a barrel,
each point of light in my sight,
my Devil tail hails from the Krypt,
they thought they could catch this Phantasm,
as if,
Trail of blood, red drip,
follow it, take a trip on the magic carpet ride,
pour turpentine on the fakeness blinding your pineal’s hidden eye,
it’s still covered in sludge, you can’t see a thing,
you gotta wipe away the smudge till it’s clean and glistening,
are you listening? Cut it out,
here’s a tip like a briss snip,
puff the blunt down to the clip,
let it rip, let it roar,
there’s a Lion inside that doesn’t feel like being cowardly anymore,
you’re a Superbeast,
I’m here with the key to free ya’, so be released,
I’m Gregree, I’m getting ready for the Feast,
I’m greedy so sit next to me and feed on the taste,
replace the electrodes of the tongue,
lick the Toad of Spirit, can your hear it?
They’re nearing and cheering cause We’re up and running, in business,
on a mission gunning for the lizards
who foolishly assumed they’d get away without having to witness
the day of their doom
There’s just a little ways left to go,
your options shrinking in the blink
of The Eye of corruption
but to Me, it’s nothing
and They say that the payback can’t even be described,
My, Oh, My, Illuminat-eye,
that’s plural for you fish in a barrel,
each point of light in my sight,
my Devil tail hails from the Krypt,
they thought they could catch this Phantasm,
as if,
Up in the sky, it’s the words from the plane
that you can’t perceive until you alter your brain waves,
Save the humans? OK, but not for the reasons of valor,
I just have a bone to pick with those soon to be deceased mallards,
you dead ducks read about me in books and then ya changed the history,
you told them you were Gods,
when in reality, you were just imitating Gregree
and doing a poor fuckin job at that,
well, I just took the cat and I let it out of the bag,
Hey Set, your mamma’s a hag
and mine is the Owl who lies await in the cave beneath the crust
lusting for the day that you are exposed
and then We can surely take pleasure in rubbing your nose in S-H-I-T
and then the human family and finally enlighten
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