I'm the angel that'll sound the loudest horn
lifted a sword right after putting down the crown of thorns
usually I like letting go and not thinking
that's the main reason I'll never stop drinking
I'll take your head, cut it off with a chainsaw
for having a style as soft as a Drake song
better off inside of your home, just stay put
I poke with a knife, you rather poke on Facebook
welcome to the church of the dead
collector of lost souls and certainly I've earned what I've kept
ancient artifacts imbued a curse on my flesh
if you touch my skin, it'll burn you to death
you don't want to battle with a heart that is brittle
you jumped in a pool with a shark in the middle
I'm known as the answer to the hardest of riddles
I'll take your forehead and carve my initials
L.E.O.:
born a spit kicker, dealing with a split liver
tongue on rapid fire, calling it The Quicksilver
y'all some avid liars, in hell's bath retired
I'm selling pitch forks and no remorse for the buyers
Jeremiah, Jebedhia, smoking J's, Bible papers
for the Quakers, my aria defying the choir
Eboneezer redemption with the Nebacanezzar
Ceasar brutal when I'm stabbing detective inspectors
hit it from the back, laced them up from the front
made myself a paper stack, the paper route is what you want
word to the Beasties, pot heads with reachies
Nadia Comaneci, the somersault feels queasy
believe me, you are not inside my hemisphere
couldn't love you more if I adorned you with tennis gear
Federer, Nadal, strike like Djokovic
the taxes are priceless just for these opus riffs
Eternal Turbulance:
I'm the lyrical wizard causing blizzards
making you shiver when my aura is triggered
my soul is like organic crystals that glitter the same as forgotten rivers
consider it a warning my verbal strike I deliver
blasting you with my energy as if I'm the Marvel surfer made of silver
I meditate next to pillars
don't disturb me or you won't survive my winter
you will start feeling bitter your spirit gets dimmer
as if the reaper has invited you for dinner
I'll burn you like a pinner melting your mirror
reconstruct you into a relic that resembles the 7 star dipper
no beginners, my lyrics are like malted liquor burning your liver
I'm the scroll for the magic spitters
the hermit wisdom giver
the berserk swordsman that will make you a believer
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