I roar like a lion; I’m cannon with one eye
I’m the king of riddle rap; I’m an ion without charge
I’m a sapien without a soul; I’m a xion without life
I’m a python with deadly toxic; I’m immune to dawg bite
I’mma make you distrategise like a poet with one rhyme
My art is monopolies; there exist only one I
Well, that sound a little harsh
I’ll call it a bittle task that I must pay to silly ***(es) if you ask me
You know how much it hurts when my account is loosing cash
My brain is my bank where I store my riddle raps to gun this little whackies down to little ashes
I pilot my heart and soul from the deck of single mind; before my feeling crash(es)
Seems the sky is loosing gas
****; I’m leaving earth
I’m a real dawg, and this rap is like a bone I’ll hold on tight to
And I’ll keep doing my thing till I’m crown with don title