Flying free, I'm Gregree, the Easter Hare
and I'm here to remind thee
that we are all sharing different versions of the very same dream,
I hear the Blackbird, it's singing in the dead of the night,
I take my horns and I buck all the systems for I am the Solar Horus,
crunch my molars with force, crack, snap,
step on my style and break your mama's back,
I won the Lottery and my prize is infinity realized,
oh, be nice, no one likes sore losers
so I dug our your girly, now her hole's a lot looser,
Your bland myopia can't stand a chance against my Cornucopia,
I defy all that try to define me, flash my JC pose at those Lizzie foes
cause we both know that they can't outshine me,
now evaporate from the mere sight of it,
Earth shakes from the sheer might of it,
I'm the King, check out how I do dat,
My rap wings, they flap,
when the light's low, the Night Owl awakes from the nap,
feeling nasty, need to eat,
munch on a bunch of odious rodents
till my immortal tummy's full with an assortment of bullies,
I pull all the pulleys and levers behind the curtain of my Oz Wonderland,
God's thundering in the verse so hold on to my golden cock,
it's the knocker on the door of the Septet's trumpeting church,
I'm Thumper, my bible's a carrot,
I ride in the Pumpkin Carriage with Her,
Night Owl swishing through the evening misty,
mimzy my way at last through the vast
while I zoom and dive around swaying lazy lagoon vines
at the crisp flip side of noon time,
the wind croons a tune witchy,
the Yuletide joy is a weapon,
triple sevens is always inevitable in all that I do,
I Swat Amadoo now shoo as the Owl King hoos about how I
spurn those fakers taking your birthright,
I've returned to return it to you and light and burn a doobie or two zillion,
I'm the Night Owl and I'm feeling myself,
under the ice of the Arctic lies a Paradise alive and well,
hopping with the Elves that dropped by your childhood
and now that they see the Night Owl King soaring through the morning blood,
gliding, writing the book of change,
means thing's are looking motherfucking good,
I'm the King, check out how I do dat,
My rap wings, they flap,
when the light's low, the Night Owl awakes from the nap,
feeling nasty, need to eat,
munch on a bunch of odious rodents
till my immortal tummy's full with an assortment of bullies,
I pull all the pulleys and levers behind the curtain of my Oz Wonderland,
God's thundering in the verse so hold on to my golden cock,
it's the knocker on the door of the Septet's trumpeting church,
I'm Thumper, my bible's a carrot,
I ride in the Pumpkin Carriage with Her
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