The drunken lord.....
It’s the drunken lord
Stumbling into chaos
Dump cords, punching boards
Crushing heads, beating drums
Pumping fists in the air
Wishing you were here
It’s the drunken lord
Stumbling into chaos
It’s the drunken lord
It’s the drunken lord
It’s the drunken lord
It’s the drunken lord
Geeked out manifesto I wreak these sucker emcees
With nothing less though/
Leave them hung by their feet,
Watch e’m get submitted in 2 seconds/
Slaughter caught cha ghost author in the corner like a dunst
Caught cha in a brothel you suckers in gothic thrombosis positions/
No inquisition be the operatic option
You cannot properly diagnosis/
My flow is a locus swarming
Cut cha down like a tree in a forest
Who going to hear ya fall at all/
It’s the bomb dropper cunt holder
Flow folder dome thrower get cha shit burnt/
You’ll be DQ’d quicker than hermaphrodites in Track and Field
You best yield to my battle quest challenge
Cuz I’m The Best Even Now to the end/
Dare testing get cha addressed by Wesson you trying smith
You can catch a gifted switch bladed thrusting get cha lifted/
You’ll be defying gravity when you crack every bone in ya body
Shot cha knotty lock hotties in dungeons I’m a SAW IV type of guy/
Jigsaw to the raw cold cut cha challis you ain’t challenging the puzzler
Meddling in affairs that cha can’t square off like roots to an obtuse triangle/
It’s the drunken lord
Stumbling into chaos
Dump cords, punching boards
Crushing heads, beating drums
Pumping fists in the air
Wishing you were here
It’s the drunken lord
Stumbling into chaos
It’s the drunken lord
It’s the drunken lord
It’s the drunken lord
It’s the drunken lord
You know your boy stays focused like a bull eyes
Get cha brains fried trying to eclipse mine/
Cold crush daring to test boldly rush in busting, smashing, bashing
Killing any and all rappers who wanna get zapped like bugs/
I got a final reaper seek ya out like the final destination
You’ll last will and testament will be address
Accordingly with anthrax included/
Sick secluded rude boozer bump you losers
Get cha chased out the club with a razor/
Blaze on Johnny Storm prophet torn get cha scorned
You’re not born your made a grade of material/
You don’t got the matter to make me any darker
I’m the heart foundation found dating back to ages you couldn’t mimic on pages/
Switch cha wages saver the flavor cut cha head dead cha bread
Make more lead dread cha demons I wrote hex’s scheming/
Dream up deeds I read cha like a rare breed
Feed cha needs you can’t plead when it’s imperial impartial mark you like a marshal/
Dart cha acropolis leave you domed out, can’t hit a run higher than the wall scales
Fail to live up to the stats you putting up, your just a fraud all faux not gaudy at all/
Drop the hoax the drunken lord sports a laser precision focus cut cha up like curry chicken
You ain’t got wisdom your just a listed number that’s dormant/
It’s the drunken lord
Stumbling into chaos
Dump cords, punching boards
Crushing heads, beating drums
Pumping fists in the air
Wishing you were here
It’s the drunken lord
Stumbling into chaos
It’s the drunken lord
It’s the drunken lord
It’s the drunken lord
It’s the drunken lord
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Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
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