(You should have never given up your armor)
Sworn to the sword and the born king
Look up see the Vultures circling
Sun scorches corpses rot in the mourning
Worshippers got their bloodcurdling
Stage 4 terminal pissing blood up in the urinal
You won't make it to December 31st
Smoking on this myrrh I won't make it off this Earth
Got my soul locked deep in a curse!
It's hypercritical to make it symmetrical off of the medical adjusting my levels
Got compressors on the instrumental hitting like metal projectiles
Hit you in the ventricles
We smoking eucalyptus
Grinch fingers on Christmas
I'm about the business
Do it- Do it with a quickness unforeseen about the village
Seen with trees of green, bad bitches
Voluptuous, fuck with it so I had to hit it
Sworn to the sword and the born king
(You're a killer)
Look up see the Vultures circling
(So ruthless)
Corpses rot in the mourning
(You know it's true)
Worshippers got their bloodcurdling
(I paid Marshall Vanth a visit)
(You should have never left him without his armor...)