Two rounds? What a pathetic Attempt at the Throne,
Cement this lil Clone, the load is Breaking his Bone,
These lyrics are to the eyes Immense Brandished Gems,
The keys to unleash Dark Spirits locked in Dens that subside in a Vanishing Realm,
Get Violent Intense with Satanic Intents Radically Commense,
Shooting foxes that be creeping Across the Alleys and Fense,
Seeking to land a Sheep and Stalking the Hens,
A Brother from an Advance Fraternity,
Writing bars merrily connecting with the Stars in Mercury,
Have a branded Nemesis Spilling guts all over the Walls of Enfermery,
Instilling lies Infernally into your brain make it Fly Eternally,
Its what i am good at Mentally There is no Other Remedy,
The ominous cold Will of the Lord,
Punishing pernicious souls for all the blood they Spill with the Sword,
Getting Deep in the Gourd of Devceiving Trolls for Reading these Scrolls,
An Ominous Tool destined to Govern and Rule,
Bringing the heat to Overthrow your Cool,
They wanted to cut his head off for being a Stubborn Fool,
Till he produced great amounts of Cotton and Wool,
Which served to clothe and Shield the People,
From being ferociously eaten by the Priest of Evil,
Whose every Speech is Lethal,
Amorphously Burning the lips like licking Bricks of Ether,
Denting your anatomy like earth getting Hit with the Biggest Meteors,
Seeping in a bed of Syringe and Needles,
With a Mysterious Courage, training demons from Unseen Cathedrals,
With Superior knowledge even promethius Considers everything he Preach Illegal,
Deeply Mystical got Sadistic Individuals unable to sleep if they Read the Sequel...
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