A gladiator, I don’t have nuts, I have craters
Born and raised in the Wild West, city of all vices
Off the market, my soul is priceless
Crisis control, how can they serve a highness so self-righteous?
My arsenal is elegant, render all opponents irrelevant
Academic compositions as I combine all elements
A classic calamity, soon to find “her” to hold me down like gravity
How can I be more blunt? A few stunts is all took to become your majesty
I’m out and about evaluating trout
Countless fish roam the sea of doubt
More than a sweet tooth, put it on me smooth pretty princess
The labor’s intense, but I never burn out like shitty incense
I’m here to overthrow the dishonest, the committee is fraudulent
The only free commodity in this lifetime is oxygen
Never lost in the chaos
If life were a game I’d always be prepared for the playoffs
I thrive in the darkness, learn from the hardships
I’m constantly fulfilling my legend not concerned with your cartridge
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