Hellz yeah, this is Devil music, aint it spectacular?
Behold the illness of my brilliant golden Metallica
and what you need to drum into your head is this…
you’re not Lars Ulrich but you are already rich,
you were born that way, you don’t need to pay
to be the Divinity that they can never take away,
I’ve ascended, now with envy, they’re greener
than the paper they use to rape ya
but I’m certainly gonna pull the curtain on the puppet masters
of this great Muppet caper,
I dare ya to try pulling the string on my ding-a-ling,
you know you can’t cause the girth is like ten Earths put together,
on my boner, your Winona’s a rider but this aint “Heather’s”,
unbelievable, leave it to a Christian to blow up the spot,
don’t need luck, cause I got the fly of the Irish,
my raps are St. Patrick completing the sickest swish hat trick jump shot
You shut up so I can say whaddup, it’s King Gregree,
the enemy’s threatening means nothing to me
and here’s what it be,
yeah, I’m-a set ya free, free,
I’ve got the key, key to the door they never wanted opened,
they told you it was haunted
but that’s a fucking lie, damn right,
they just wanna keep you in the dark
cause they’re all scared of the Light
What do ya think about my Messianic message, Set?
Yes, my lyrical cock got lodged in your ear,
so set a string of letters you heard from the King
on a word document, hit the ink jet and print this:
I’m the Rap Sorcerer, tapped into the Source,
you’re not even my apprentice
but your ho’s on my Mario mushroom,
I’m saving the day like it’s the Princess,
nothing’s been the same since this anomaly
named King Gregree had a dream and said “I Believe”,
I was just sitting in the Lion’s Den with the Owl of seduction,
older than any concept, I was the Guest of Honor,
miles under the tomb contains the womb of the Conception of it all,
reception was just for me, pulled away the deception
blinding eyes from the King Gregree that all of Divinity and Humanity needed me to be,
there’s only one way out so excuse me while I eat a peach
You shut up so I can say whaddup, it’s King Gregree,
the enemy’s threatening means nothing to me
and here’s what it be,
yeah, I’m-a set ya free, free,
I’ve got the key, key to the door they never wanted opened,
they told you it was haunted
but that’s a fucking lie, damn right,
they just wanna keep you in the dark
cause they’re all scared of the Light
Yeah, honk, honk, move outta the way,
my style is bonkers and the words I say carry a lot of weight behind them,
my rhymes have got a badonkadonk like you’ve never seen,
eclipse the Universe and every other thing through every dimension,
are you getting the big picture? This is scripture of the New Book,
it’s so cool, look how the cover trembles right before
the encapsulated rap alien petunias bloom out,
slithering ill rhyme vine tendrils expand
into every woman and man’s spirit,
everyone is receiving the upgrade,
Pleroma Tome,
no, it don’t matter if you can’t hear it,
yeah, trust us, it’s better that way
cause we don’t wanna scare ya’,
truth is, as unobtrusively as possible
we just want to repair ya’
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