It's the ill Jah God Son, Abaddon,
returned from the dead where I was
getting wonderful head from Wonderland's Alice,
I'm Gregree, decreeing these obscene words,
I'm the green-winged King serpent
but I don't need you to repent,
I just gotta cement this brokedown palace
so you may fare thee well, I host this Carnival,
sorry Chevy, but you can't chase spies like us
'cause we move in a place where your eyes can't touch,
y'all don't know much about anything at all,
I'm just objective, you don't need to to ball and cry
and get all emotionally involved 'cause you either rise or you fall,
I'm sorry but it's all up to you,
keep in mind how much your feather's gonna weigh
because every evil done is a step taken away
from the Stairway to your ideal,
shatter the Glass Onion peel, taste on your tongue Strawberry Fields,
wriggle free from lizard teeth
for Gregree's a more fearsome Beast,
I made the Red Witch cum,
She let out a yell like bloody redrum,
ooh la la, now She's shining,
wings outstretched, bed of roses,
She spreads Her C for me
like I was Moses,
I made Her cum again,
Her beautiful head started to spin,
a riddle said: "once you pull the pin,
see how long you can hold it",
strangely, the danger arranges
for the moment golden,
Feel the hunger in your soul's pit,
bottomless thundering within,
it's your fire, not theirs, it's you they fear
but when your ember's extinguished,
then you live to be their bitch
and it's a clear choice that's always right there
so be wise and be wary and beware,
take care to not place blame on anything 'cause
that's not the way of a King or Queen,
in mine time wrinkling dream,
you must steer the vessel, take the pestle and grind
your mind in the mortar till you're Horus yourself
and you don't need my help
'cause not to sound like a dick
but I got my own shit to do,
I got my nymphs doing splits singing to the King:
"we're waiting for you boo",
so I'll love you do till you rise to my frequency,
then I can leave once you finally all reach the peak
and see that I am Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum,
I am the antlered answer from the Pines to the
combined hidden riddle entwined between both of them,
I made the Red Witch cum,
She let out a yell like bloody redrum,
ooh la la, now She's shining,
wings outstretched, bed of roses,
She spreads Her C for me
like I was Moses
I made Her cum again,
Her beautiful head started to spin,
a riddle said: "once you pull the pin,
see how long you can hold it",
strangely, the danger arranges
for the moment golden,
I'm the King of the Mountain,
I flow like a beck,
don't sleepwalk on the Falcon,
better show some respect,
these dreamy rhymes keeps streaming
down from the Elysium waterfall,
all will bathe in the cascade of the awaited raps,
I am the King of the Order that bring horror to the hordes
in the deepest depths of Mordor,
the portal becked, and I called,
here I am, Pan,
gettin damn ill for you all,
the silk is soft from my Granny's canal,
Her web may wobble but it never collapses,
I rap sick boy, I'm scouting as I Foxtrot,
it's the Genesis of not just my rise on this plane,
it's hard to explain, a lot more complex
but nothing a little Abaddon hex won't fix,
that's why I'm back to rap my flow
for the Mother O to the W to the L,
Her beak will easily crack open your weak and flimsy shell,
shit's fragile, looks like you're just another casualty of GWAR
and of course you know now that I've finally hatched...this means Gor Gor
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