Nov 2015
The raging ram roaming realms
A bittersweet tale if I say so myself
That ***** got a demon's tail
it ain't good for your health
That dude uses it as a flail
prevail is what is exhaled
That young ram spits heat
Aint talking about rapping
I speak literally
That young ram eyes red
But he ain't high
Stony past burning hooves
He smoky,
but it ain't the cannabis smell or shroud
It's the smell of hell
The young ram got a plan yeah to hustle
The young ram got a plan realm rustle
The young ram glides from land
to land to land
to empower some sort of man
or men or man
and I don't understand about this young lamb
he got a demon in his face
and he goes against the grain of sand
maiming himself just for the wealth
owning everything
coming out from stealth
the burning ram says retreat
or don't...
I eat I am elite
the burning ram says hold still
ill ****
a mill
the burning ram finds your mam
put it in her ****
hotter than the slavery of sam
the burning ram was foreseen by am.
the plan?
the men have ran, words spoken in a tablet somewhere.
Desolation, we are bare,
the ram looks at us in disgust
we are the crust on the earth
core exploding opening doors
the ram will be adored
pity because it represents disorder,
chaos, chaos,
killing says it once and the days are hazing
the ram bending the realm of man
mentally what a riot.
In the end, the ram is lost in the density of infinity.
An exploding croft farmed for human thought.
Far out
Fantasy
Mars droughts
Deseret land
Bars found
Feathered fans
of flames burnings lands
rays coming from the skies
Imploding,
Arising
Exploding
Mantle
Core
Arising
Like a
Titanic
Phoenix
Coming alive
Wicked eyes
Burning song
Live long
Live long
Another cycle
Ressurection
Recurring
Spirit in a dream
Molded by the first impression
Aroma tremendous
Weighs heavy on the pretentious
Live and learn and get burned
Breaking crust, core spewing lava as I arise
Hypnotised by my flow, I smirk when they say I am going to die
**** em now eat em later, chronic masturbater
Dilated eyes, 3 in which I don't mind, I own the mind I own the mind
Shove a trident down her spine and blow herb till the pine grime off here behind
Put the pedal to the extreme for miles on end gotta make my ends gotta make my ends till the end my friend oh friend oh
A bittersweet tale if I say so myself
That ***** got a demon's tail
it ain't good for your health
That dude uses it as a flail
prevail is what is exhaled
That young ram spits heat
Aint talking about rapping
I speak literally
That young ram eyes red
But he ain't high
Stony past burning hooves
He smoky,
but it ain't the cannabis smell or shroud
It's the smell of hell
The young ram got a plan yeah to hustle
The young ram got a plan realm rustle
The young ram glides from land
to land to land
to empower some sort of man
or men or man
and I don't understand about this young lamb
he got a demon in his face
and he goes against the grain of sand
maiming himself just for the wealth
owning everything
coming out from stealth
the burning ram says retreat
or don't...
I eat I am elite
the burning ram says hold still
ill ****
a mill
the burning ram finds your mam
put it in her ****
hotter than the slavery of sam
the burning ram was foreseen by am.
the plan?
the men have ran, words spoken in a tablet somewhere.
Desolation, we are bare,
the ram looks at us in disgust
we are the crust on the earth
core exploding opening doors
the ram will be adored
pity because it represents disorder,
chaos, chaos,
killing says it once and the days are hazing
the ram bending the realm of man
mentally what a riot.
In the end, the ram is lost in the density of infinity.
An exploding croft farmed for human thought.
Far out
Fantasy
Mars droughts
Deseret land
Bars found
Feathered fans
of flames burnings lands
rays coming from the skies
Imploding,
Arising
Exploding
Mantle
Core
Arising
Like a
Titanic
Phoenix
Coming alive
Wicked eyes
Burning song
Live long
Live long
Another cycle
Ressurection
Recurring
Spirit in a dream
Molded by the first impression
Aroma tremendous
Weighs heavy on the pretentious
Live and learn and get burned
Breaking crust, core spewing lava as I arise
Hypnotised by my flow, I smirk when they say I am going to die
**** em now eat em later, chronic masturbater
Dilated eyes, 3 in which I don't mind, I own the mind I own the mind
Shove a trident down her spine and blow herb till the pine grime off here behind
Put the pedal to the extreme for miles on end gotta make my ends gotta make my ends till the end my friend oh friend oh
