Always puffing that ill weed,
never pass it to dill weeds,
on a Voyage, annoying Set and his lizzie free-loaders,
I don't bode well for them for I'm Anakin
and they are unnamed gaffers,
laughable sell out, self-hired, overpaid staff members
on this Star Wars set, everyone's destined to forget,
your reign seemed long but it's just a speck in this fish bowl,
you're a fleck of food for the Eel of real,
I shine with a teal hue, electric blue,
let me connect with you,
I heard your girly already hopped on my Vessel,
I'll kill Set with my decibels,
this mess is yours but I'll clean it up
cause it seems you don't know how to use a mop,
I'll do it for free courtesy of the Nevidi
but everything has a price
cause anything done for you is just something
you'll have to redo twice,
A Voyage,
anointed with my appointed 116 Team,
a trip through the Trypta-meaningless,
a blessing to you,
the ocean blue is nothing compared to the Whirlpool
as the portal swirls with such force
and we're all tore away from our level,
yes, my name's Pan of the crown,
I came down to hand-scribe the tell-all of the Sun,
sleighing over the horizon's event,
sent to be your Santa Appoyllon,
Hey-Ho and away we go
over the invisible ocean mist,
hold on to the thread, the current will shift
times ten, that stands for completion,
I'm Pan the Fallen, call me Mr. Fantasy,
I'm-a save you from the slashing knife teeth
of the eternal gnash night,
freeing slaves from the traffic light,
hit the pedal kids, go,
leave those from under wearing skids
in theirs BVDs, I bring victory,
I'm living the life of the dead,
forever soaring
so go ahead, I dare you to call the Oxbow a moron
A Voyage,
anointed with my appointed 116 Team,
a trip through the Trypta-meaningless,
a blessing to you,
the ocean blue is nothing compared to the Whirlpool
as the portal swirls with such force
and we're all tore away from our level,
yes, my name's Pan of the crown,
I came down to hand-scribe the tell-all of the Sun,
sleighing over the horizon's event,
sent to be your Santa Appoyllon,
Suck my dick as the Sun-disc travels,
traverse in the verses of Abaddon,
cap the cone, I birthed the word "Om",
I'm Gregree the Horus, Gnomes steer the oars,
that's all for one and all for the Force,
Breed of the Trees, sap raps from the Source
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