A Song of Ice & Fire

[Verse: Illgod]
Soon as I came in—leave
A band on the spot like a case of yips
I'm branding a stock and a case concealed to make me King
You turn tails while I behead like Ned, I'll catch up
I let it fall off Ser Ilyn Payne's sword
Unsullied rep, y'all got?
You're stabbed to death or I'll, rip your balls off Theon or Greyworm
It's the ratchet
To practise, yubitsume on little fingers
The epitome, a peer to ye, fix your glimpses
Or shy away and return at last minutes in the long night
Or the alchemist with his conk spikеd
We're the gods, you'll bе penalised to face us, man
Waif or it, I'm pennywise to be a faceless man
Dead that arm talk I, aid and abet it
See us missing the essence to fridging the gap
Spitting it wack, or fiending that and not bridging the gap, please
Drag on a blunderbuss then air us, Dracarys