Back at it one more time
Ladies and gentlemen one more for the road
The encore paved in lyrical gold
Woke up and rolled out of bed
Falling over on a chair
Landing on the ground
Standing up and hey look at that
A crown somehow sown to my head
I am not God by any means
But let me be clear
I do not fear death
It fears me
Scarier than any monster that comes up out of the pit
And this is by no means religious
No way in any form or way
Spiritual as an artist explaining the world through atheistic knowledge
Remembered for days how my dad used to say everything I loved was demonic
How bad things followed me
Did he know that Satan had come down to give me an award
Put the medal on my chest and made me a general
Hording over the armies of the underworld
Yet little did he know that I was a double agent
The pay on the other side was more than double
I had the world and I bowed down to no influence
Motivated to do nothing just what I wanted
Found perfection in myself by doing nothing
Nothing could stop me I was the king of the moutain
Standing with sword raised above my head
The manifestation of Wallace and Gandhi reborn
Peacekeeping warrior loved by all and hated by those that mattered
Mastered my own universe in some weird form of reincarnation
Resurrected and nailed to a cross
Two wood beams nailed together by the hatred and wrath of a physical mother and father
Born again on the third day transcending everything the theological world understands
I am not the Christ but God knows that when there is someone who needs to be wacked
I'm the guy you call to do all his dirty work
Assassin by name and this creed I hold as my own
There is no one better because I hold the power of death like keys on a lanyard
Nothing in common to the world I'm of a different species
Never once did I doubt after I awoke from my time spent in the hamster wheel
Spin the wheel now and tell them what they won Jack
A date with torture by the hands of the man who starred all hell in the face and laughed
Come at me if you dare this king has nothing that he won't do
Ethics and morals out the window I've become my own person
Horns and halos both grow out of the same old head
Black diamonds and the whitest gold all infused in the crown given to me by God
I'll pull the trigger and send you to where there is no coming back from
God's mafia hits played out by me the jack of all trades, master of the hottest hatred
Call me two faced and call me crazy but don't you ever call me a liar
I'm the one your mother warned you about
Emperor of my own mind so come on step inside and get ready for a surprise
Put you on the rack so fast your head will fall off like the reaper hit you with his reaper
Prince, jester, long lost son now coming into my own
Like I said I'm the king of the mountain and don't you go forgetting
Remind mommy and daddy that the time of me being a slave is over
No I don't miss you and you'll never get your money back
I've burned through it, I literally set the greenbacks on fire
I'm the master now and I know you can feel it
Fall down on both knees and beg for forgiveness
And as the blade falls I'll smile and say
Flesh of my flesh and blood of my blood
I never knew you
See you in hell mother fuckers
Sunday, October 20, 2013
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