For old time's sake

[Pharaohs Army]

I’ll Assail you with words and nouns, until I Prevail
If you really want text, Set Sail
Your Style’s Stale; your Mind’s Frail
My verses age well like Fine Ale
Cuz I’m not afraid, that I Might Fail
The storm is crashing you with heavy wind, and large Hail
Your only refuge is the Fallout Shelter
All-out Helter-Skelter, I’m a brain Melter
I’ll Pretend it Hurts
You can buy me an Expensive Urn
&After this, It will be your Turn
I will leave you with Extensive Burns
I am the Cause of every single case of spontaneous human Combustion
It’s their Loss they don’t understand the detail that goes into spontaneous freestyle Eruptions
Consider this your Induction; I Decide the Winners
Few more good Productions before the start of Winter