On Golden Pond,
there goes the Halcyon,
Under-wing, it holds the things
that you can never know as of yet
and the ass of Set is mine
for this folly's gone on for too long,
I'm Apollyon and a full revved Ferrari runs
in slow-mo compared to the Horned Hare in the corn,
Oh snap, your girl's a cutie,
so yes, I tapped dat booty,
I guess that's why you got the blues and you're so moody
so just call me "Rudie" cause I can't fail,
but you can attempt to clash if you dare and I'll be happy to tear
your rear a new hole, they're scared white like the cue ball
cause I found the loophole, I rip the roof off the Pit,
I spit Wonderland thunder and lightning,
I am Gregree, King of Autumn and since they sprung me,
they just keep calling me "The Free Fallen",
I know you cunts hear the phone ringing,
London's calling and telling you to "sod off"
cause I'm God and I'm off my rocker,
I take my golden cock to this mockery,
cock back the hammer and pop ya lyrically
with my Quarter Moon shooting spree of light beams
with the heavenly glow, cocaine sniffs me,
I'm so dope and not just at rapping,
all of my Locusts keep flapping,
feel the beat of the wings singing
sweet victory for King Abaddon-Lucifer-Jesus
Now suck on my beautiful penis,
On Golden Pond,
there goes the Halcyon,
Under-wing, it holds the things
that you can never know as of yet
and the ass of Set is mine
for this folly's gone on for too long,
I'm Apollyon and a full revved Ferrari runs
in slow-mo compared to the Horned Hare in the corn,
They won't be here for much longer but till then,
steer clear and ignore those foes that fear-monger,
tell 'em to get bent on your pole, bitch and when
these elites say that they own you, just reply "oh, that's fuckin rich"
for I was born Horus the Morning Star of this storyboard
so lemme repent, oh lord, I'm sorry for being the dopest,
I know it's hard for you to cope with,
I glide to the top of the unclimbable slope,
so kiss my grits of hominy for I am the Shambalanomaly
in a blazing crown of hazel holly, hello Dolly,
I'm Pan and I've never felt aliver, so shake dat ass and
dance the eye of the tiger,
Raggedy Anakin,
all eyes are crying with laughter again,
I sat beside Her in the nest inside the Den,
read the prophecy of the God in me, the lineage image
scrawled upon the cave wall fresco,
let's go and not forget that my purpose here
is to spit word shears at Set's net,
On Golden Pond,
there goes the Halcyon,
Under-wing, it holds the things
that you can never know as of yet
and the ass of Set is mine
for this folly's gone on for too long,
I'm Apollyon and a full revved Ferrari runs
in slow-mo compared to the Horned Hare in the corn
I was whisked here through a dream,
slipped between the seams and on to the scene
just like I promised I would,
I'm Apollyon, the King of the Ill,
I stood underneath the Avalon Hill
with a laurel wreath made of coral,
my Horus Crown of Ascent, oh how it shines with
blue hue which goes perfectly with my new Trident,
wanna try it? Sike!
You gotta be like me first,
so after your chick sips the elixir from the dick of this Trixtor,
with a click of my finger,
I'll lift the curse
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