I pull back the string on my bow, let go,
unleash an arrow that goes straight through your cranium
head hard like titanium,
best man in the stadium,
there is no restraining him,
give him any hero and he'll take your life to zero,
get deniro buy the gear throw spears, wield swords, and swing axes,
murder kill maim place wards, and get raxes, collect death taxes,
and master harrassment
gank em while their creeping in the river or the woods,
kill their chicken before it delivers them the goods,
stun em then you slow em, then their running then you pwn them,
then they're crying and you're laughing what defines you is the action
as you grind them into fragments, and you shit em out tomorrow,
hollow out your enemies then fill them up with sorrow,
watch 'em wallow, defeat is the hardest thing to swallow,
show em who the boss is and respect is bound to follow,
are you a foe or a friend,
only pros can contend,
will you go to the end,
will you hold and defend,
share control of your men,
with all the gold that you spend,
now you're soul is condemned,
in a world of defense,
where the war is intense,
and your sword is all drenched,
with the gore and the stench,
of the foreign offense,
whose goal and intent,
is to destroy your ancient,
will you fight to the death,
with the force and the strength
I Fought many battles, glorious victorious now the name DevilsUrethra is
notorious,
everywhere I go, someone says hello, but now I gotta go, this is not a
joke
mystically makin history with my wizardy, lyrically walking on beats
like a millipede,
it's agreed i'm a different breed of rapper, planted my seed but nows
end of my chapter