schizo Ritz on the track,
yeah, the crazy cracker is back,
I shine like glitz and glamour
but I can’t remember the last time a new shirt was bought,
I’m made of Light so who gives a shite what my vehicle has on?
I’m from the Echelon above the upper,
yeah, my rhymes are so nice,
each line a Tyson uppercut, punch out, body blow,
My god, your girl’s a hottie,
so you know I will anoint her with the ointment from my caduceus,
she kissed the staff and it grew,
yes, now she rides the snake of King Gregree,
yeah, I got the remedy,
a black crow heralds an ominous omen,
a new King was chosen,
the Portal has opened almost as wide as the jaws of the Demon,
claws like a boxcutter,
you’ll wish bleeding was the only thing you were doin’,
jam a phillips up your ass and I’m-a start screwing
Yeah, I’m the King
and I’m wearing the ring of Nevidi Galinee,
inscription was written in glyphs unfamiliar
but I understand every word they say
and it means something,
the song of the one Demon King,
an Agreement,
a Gregree Ascent,
How now Owl beak of the peak?
The portal creaked open, I slipped in,
bring blitzkrieg to villains,
break on through the old into golden brilliance
Gregree spittin rhythms from the Owl’s beak,
got style, shopping at Paul’s Boutique,
I don’t need to be a car thief
cause I’m the King and when it comes to the Art of the Arc,
my merkabah’s just idling in park,
yeah, I’m Ben Franklin kiting with the key to the Stargate,
connect to the Electric Company,
Hey you guys, you’ve been expecting me,
now I’m gonna show you real black magick, some dark ass shit,
where Devils wouldn’t be caught dead
because it’s where they fear to tread,
plus all the Demons you summon to do your bidding
heard the call of the King and they’re quitting their positions
as your magic activators cause you can’t do nothing without them,
you’re not even players in this game that you claim you created,
well, I’m Horus on a Pale Horse,
I’m so great, I’m the Master,
grating your nerves like parmesan on pasta,
back from the casket, I’m Black Mass you bastards
Yeah, I’m the King
and I’m wearing the ring of Nevidi Galinee,
inscription was written in glyphs unfamiliar
but I understand every word they say
and it means something,
the song of the one Demon King,
an Agreement,
a Gregree Ascent,
How now Owl beak of the peak?
The portal creaked open, I slipped in,
bring blitzkrieg to villains,
break on through the old into golden brilliance
You can’t play me,
I’m saying persuasion has a scent,
I smell it on your words,
you try to present my mind over to concepts you’re saying
but I don’t accept because I refuse and rebuke,
you think I’m a fool but I’m way too astute,
for real, when I hear your words,
it stirs up the feeling you don’t consider me a King,
but yes, I’m Royalty and you just lost your credibility
cause it’s clear to me and everybody that you don’t know a thing,
I’m the King and had more than a fling with Lady Luck,
We got a special thing going on,
you’re so lame, you only get it on another young miss,
but her name is Misfortune, she’s torturing you,
Her dildo in your asshole, she’s tossing your cookies,
oreo discus, while I got my dick sucked
by a hottie that makes Aphrodite look just like Medusa,
Aeon Owl, Rule of the New Lucifer
Yeah, I’m the King
and I’m wearing the ring of Nevidi Galinee,
inscription was written in glyphs unfamiliar
but I understand every word they say
and it means something,
the song of the one Demon King,
an Agreement,
a Gregree Ascent,
How now Owl beak of the peak?
The portal creaked open, I slipped in,
bring blitzkrieg to villains,
break on through the old into golden brilliance
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