i'll drink a flagon of mead and crush a dragon with ease
battling me? you mad or cant see?
you'll be holy like the fuckin' vatican priest after the gat has been squeezed
i've mastered this craft that you speak of but rap's done had it with me
hip hop walked up to me and got stabbed with a tree
and while her abdomen bleeds and she's gasping to breathe
a few words manage to leave now she's asking for peace
but bitch just a few weeks ago you were laughin at me!
you called me outlandish and weak, said my plan to succeed
was a lost cause like both of anakin's feet
lost my money to xanax and weed and developed a manic disease
lit candles to see how you've been handling me
i panicked and weeped but now i stand on my feet
i realize all this time that you've been damaged and weak
once i dismantle your fleet ill channel the heat
time for me to take your throne and fucking stand on the seat
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