I am Creation’s masterpiece creating a masterpiece,
brand new just for you and you all are in it too,
you’re the colors, the blue, the green, the red, the black,
oh my, what a spectacular splatter
on the canvas of matter, it’s not the weekend
but it’s the day of the fuckin Satyr,
I am Pan and I see that you’re a pansy
and you can’t defeat me cause I’m The Heat, feel the inferno,
I be the Beast, you’re just the entree on my supper-dish feast,
entering this dimension was not a difficult feat,
the mysteries of the occult gives the gift
of the result I always seek,
it’s about to get warm as heck,
I’m the King bringing my swarm of locusts,
each sting a hex, who’s next
for a lyrical spear clear through the neck?
I’ve raided the Lost Tomb, call me “Indiana Croft”
so step off cause you’re softer than a cotton swab,
you’re mad bro and I know you’re irate cause I’m a pirate
and your girl’s on my deck and she swabs it
then I’m looting that booty, tear it up and as she peaks,
she keeps speaking my name like a parrot stuck on repeat,
I gave your sweet parakeet my skeet,
our s-e-x-y t-i-m-e is now complete,
well, I am Me, the King Gregree
and you’re just a fuckin fool, tucking your tool,
squirming in your own skin,
you’re acting tough but I know
the fact is you’re a Bluffalo Bill
so stand in silence for I am the Lamb and the motherfuckin Lion,
none can defy the King of the Ill,
your Cherise lubes my Ruben, I mean my beef
and I’m gonna fornicate with her cause you’re a corny motherfucker
and a little bitch, you’re poutin cause your stomach is sour like kraut
from the sickness that I spit, feel the power of the pestilence
sent to exterminate the pests,
oh yes, the story is real, the prophecy’s fulfillment
rumbles on a peal of fragile thunder,
crazy fingers of lightning, go fly a kite motherfucker
and tie a key, you will see electricity erase and evaporate
your name out of the Book of Life permanently,
I am the blessing and the hex,
best believe this is certainly my sermon,
Eve’s on my serpent and she’s mountin’,
she’s my Bloody Mary, where’s the olives?
I live, I live, I give everything that’s owed,
King Gregree is the key that unlocks the code,
I corrode through Set’s energy net,
yeah, they got you fish floppin’ in it,
yeah, I’ll set ya free cause sadly
you’re as good as dead, breaded, fried up in a filet
served piping hot, well sorry not on my watch
cause a long time ago, all along the watchtower
as riders were approaching through the biting cold,
through saliva’d incisors, I let out a growl gnashing my teeth
at the Joker and the Thief, I spoke a word of prophecy,
I said, “fear me, then hear me, a man named Dylan
and I, The Eye of brightest red ignited coal
will make an agreement on his soul,
he will sell it to me like a property from Sotheby’s
and I will inspire him to scribe about
what everybody’s eyes in this here scene have seen here tonight”,
peep into the Orb of Enchantment’s emerald glow
and and you’ll 100% know for sure that I am motherfuckin right
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