Quetzalcoatl and Tezcatlipoca
are the opposite ends of the spectrum
of King Gregree’s personality,
this is finality,
I puff fluffy Buffalo Bill mary jane
as I prepare myself for the calamity,
I’m the Son of Sam, not from Yosemite
and these varmints that cause you harm
have been nervously awaiting to see
if I would show because they know
that my cloven toe touching the terra
means it’s the very end of their terrorizing,
O Christ, I’ve been anointed,
those lizards are disappointed,
If I point to the Moon
you’ll see the nest that held Gregree’s eggshell,
I never stop until their dead so
take a breath and witness
the death of S-E-T,
I go by so many names,
I forget most of them myself,
just call me “the Feathered Serpent”,
every word I churn out burns like Hell,
I turn their citadel into a mortuary,
Are you scared yet Set?
I’m the Omen, my flow’s too potent
so my Quetzalcoatl coat-tails can never be rode on
O Christ, I’ve been anointed,
those lizards are disappointed,
if I point to the Moon
you’ll see the nest that held Gregree’s eggshell,
I never stop until their dead so
take a breath and witness
the death of S-E-T
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