*stares intensely into oblivion*
The man who sleeps on the floor never falls out of his bed
No man should ever fear hair, so why do we call them dreads?
You devils are in need of an angel, I rise at the 361st angle
During the 25th hour devour cowards with cosmic mental powers
Metaphysical methods of nonphysical emital of lyricals
Spiritual visuals as I reside in shelters that are hospitable
You devil rat b*stards! Feel the master's black magic
I drag them in my black wagon thats decorated with black dragons
Black talons pull you in old taverns while I neglect new fashion, flabbergasted
I have puppets here, from my pulpit I pull strings, the puppeteer
My disciples scour your towers for incalculabatle amounts of hours
To spread my genetic shower, I endow @The Ruler 09 with my power
On breaks at Jiffy Lube I mentally disentegrate rubix cubes
Oil on hands gets reused to lube food at job #2
Nightshift Redbull sip, then deathgrip broom and mop sticks
Pack stacks of meat with cheese, can i take your order please?
