Here's another banger from the lone ranger
Walking danger grave craver in search of a savior
Jaw rearranger of the secular music mecca
Ultimate mic checker pies a double decker
Guarded by women flashing protectors
Demonic sigils worn children of the corn
Still scorn from wickedness made from ****
Bed scenes became reality of a dream schemes
Made on my life before the strife now I'm knifed
With knowledged bleed thoughts added collage
Mirage from the heat I'm pitching still flinch
Adverbs Words sickles to ya nerves curves
All images blossom to a bloom consume
Enter the 36th chamber room ya doomed
Mind over matter blood grimy chit chatters
Climbing success with no ladders elevate
Dominate see the bodies I stash in a crate
True soldier built for combat no bragged stats
This that live **** that folks end up dying quick
Lying and **** beware my guns love having fits