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