They all want a Death Star, I look at a Death Clock.
Mesmerized by Deaths Charm, look at how the dead walk.
You wanna press pause, while I paint this Like Bob Ross?
Watch the two towers fall, like sauron from a taun taun i just rigged with carbombs.
Is this the Lord of the Rings while I'm on Hoth so many horns on my head they call me darth maul.
Sense her beeps But I don't Honk.. weaving through cars like yall are parked.
Lightsabre staff glowing straight orange galloping the porshe over the orcs.
The way I box like a morgue it's like death is my uniform I cleanse the heirs Boy I'm like a humidoor.
I look right and left at the same time for sport. I hit the gas pedal until my foots under the floor.
I'm thrice levels above the rappers they get dwarved.