I'm the Heat but on this particular floor my feet feel cool,
I'm standing inside of a dark marble centrifuge
with six arched doors with Roman Numerals over each one
then a thundering Voice came from no place and told me to choose quick
so with a uneasy feeling in my stomach's pit, I almost picked
until I heard the giggle of an itty-bitty Elf,
five inches high at most,
It seemed almost see through like a ghost
as it threw me a friendly vibe and then with no words,
enormous streams of meaning
like a flock of birds penetrated my soul's core,
Destiny, next it winked it's eye as it scurried under the door
etched with the markings "CXVI",
I stepped inside and on the wall was scrawled graffiti,
it read: "You've chosen wisely chosen Horus of the Nevidi,
it's important so Savior date, Baby",
I'm shaking the Snake's rattler for y'all
I wrote the code so I know that the Key is vibrational
CXVI's Tomb,
six ways to choose
but there's only one guess you get,
oh good, I rule at roulette so let's rush in,
I must've been here before,
round revolver chamber room,
which door? click-boom,
blow it off the hinges,
take it to the Bridge,
golden grain raining on the bow of the Archer again,
quill spills illumination cause you can't hold the Ark in a pen
The Denizen Guards aren't ever tired, they never slumber,
underground lies the egg of the Dinosaur Jr.
Without a sound, it's me in the invisibility shroud
surrounded by invincible protection in my Tomb,
so gruesome was the scene when the last intruders
let themselves in, not good, lots of slop and blood,
so you and your crew better get ret Set
cause here's another one, there's no other Son
don't be fool,
you know on who their placing bets bitch,
sliced through the veil with my Devil tail,
left that shit unstitched, yeah I let in the sunny sky,
my skin's blue but you got the blues like you're Buddy Guy's music,
scoop up your butter fly dime as she flutters by,
stick her with my erection and pin her in my collection
and she's mother fuckin honored,
she screams "hail jesus"
every time I cum upon her,
hey Mom and Dad, look, I'm on TV,
crossed over into the frame of the mainstream,
what fun, the River's running redrum
and all will be shining by the time I'm done
CXVI's Tomb,
six ways to choose
but there's only one guess you get,
oh good, I rule at roulette so let's rush in,
I must've been here before,
round revolver chamber room,
which door? click-boom,
blow it off the hinges,
take it to the Bridge,
golden grain raining on the bow of the Archer again,
quill spills illumination cause you can't hold the Ark in a pen
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