King Gregree, that’s who,
Super Sonic Flow,
Sick like bubonic plague,
yeah playa’, my style’s an iconic giant,
I’m fly and I find it ironic that your girl’s always telling you to “get off”
and she’s always begging Gregree to get her off,
I’m not the Mothman but I bring these prophesies,
I foresee Gregree as the King of everything,
I’m more than top of my field
for the field is a mere seed in my garden of dopeness,
I’m visiting the physical,
chosen to come into focus,
My flow is grotesquely ill,
that means sickeningly sick,
can’t you tell I’ve been blessed by the Black Widow Venom,
My Venison Antlers expand into the Tree of Life,
I’m feeling generous and nice so for my rhyme this time…
free is the price
The Cobra said “Gregree, you’ve been dead,
but now we need you to awaken”,
Born a King,
Ouroboros Ring of Gold,
Memory unfold,
Now I remember everything
Van Damme ya to Hell,
dip my raps in glue, wrap ‘em in glass
till I see crimson dripping from your abortion of a flow,
Horton hears a motherfuckin genius overloading
into a ball of Lucifernal Abracadabra,
Bravo, Bravo, what a flow,
Give us some more, let’s puff some dro
and if you finish my spliff, you better take your ass to the store with that
or get a rap bitch slap, burn your bridges with the Top Cat,
you rats are my feast, your girly’s on my lap,
I got her kitty purrin, she loves my flow, she feels my current,
what an affair, she took her dairies out of her bra,
now her dairies air out
up in the air,
I’m not Greer, so that aint Sonny,
I’m talking bout a full moon, honey,
I’m an American Werewolf,
Fell off the Stairway to Heaven,
I’m your alien brethren,
Reptili… don’t be silly,
Billy Goat, Falcon-Headed
or you can just simply call me the motherfuckin King Gregree
The Cobra said “Gregree, you’ve been dead,
but now we need you to awaken”,
Born a King,
Ouroboros Ring of Gold,
Memory unfold,
Now I remember everything
I was rocked in a crystal cradle on a golden bough,
blown across the nebulous heavens,
for I am a spore from the Horus dandelion,
roaring lines of unmeasurable importance,
cloaked in filth and pornish decorations,
I’ve died and been dissected, reassembled on a space station
made of liquid light, good riddance,
oh no, I shouldn’t say that, more like nice knowing ya’,
now I’m nice flowin ya’ cause I’ve been given the privilege of remembrance,
I’m from Where The Ledge Ends, so to hell with temperance,
I flow fresh like peppermints,
I’m what Zeppelin meant when they said “Sweet Satan”, ya’ got it backwards,
I’m the steward of the Dimension Tremendous,
I pick and choose who leaves and who enters,
So fuck all pretenders, I only let through the Truth
and if your name’s Chrissie Hynde, you know I’m cool with you
The Cobra said “Gregree, you’ve been dead,
but now we need you to awaken”,
Born a King,
Ouroboros Ring of Gold,
Memory unfold,
Now I remember everything
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