I’m the King bringing the Apocalypse
but it’s not the thing that you think
so in your pants, you can stop taking a shit
cause that’s what those cock-suckers
want from you anyway,
just to be fearful little bitches
but this ain’t the End,
it’s a celebration for the Epoch Ellipse,
do you see what I’m doing?
This aint coming from a human,
here’s a fancy lyrical bombardier Banshee singing for you,
yeah, aint she a beaut yeah, She’s cumming
out of a Brujo made of golden Light,
ignite the tomb, full moon
bright above the sacred site
which is wherever I happen to be,
I am the beacon, so when my family’s seeking,
they can always locate me,
I’m the Loki Key, so if you wanna fuck with me,
please be my guest but do it at your own risk,
I’m-a chop you fools up in a soup, boil a batch of bitch bisque,
are we crystal clear? I’m ballin like a crystal sphere
because that’s who I am,
I was born to do it, I see through it all
so hear the call of the War of the Gods,
let’s saddle up,
I'm the Black Velvet Pantera of the Night,
I'm the Black Velvet Pantera of the Night,
teeth rip free from the cemetery gates,
I’m not Vinnie Paul but hey, thanks again for the sample Billy Paul,
I’m the Steer-headed my dear,
steering the ship right into Lake Victory,
you say you’re ill, but you’re faking,
you aint look sick to me, you look suspiciously healthy
like you’ve been feeding on the stuff
meant for every child, woman and guy,
aye aye aye, my Eye’s been on you
Thought I’d be gone forever? That’s fuckin funny,
you can’t capture the Ishtar Bugs Bunny
It’s gettin’ sunny, feel the burn, turn eyes to the sky,
I’m so fly, I guess that’s why I’m what’s up doc,
yes, you’re gettin blessed with a treat
so treat your mouth like a dresser n’ shit and put a sock in it
and you’ll see me with the trophy that’s got
an engraving saying:
“We hail the day you won the War of the Gods”
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