Fire Brand

Intro:

The sword appeared to meet and exhibit traces of blood, and they have been wiped before being returned to its scabbard
In the fore hatch, a bottle ostensibly of alcohol appeared to have been tampered with

Verse:

Progresso, Fatal Dose Records
The world's gonna watch me blow up when I leave it (Yeah)
Run up in a government breathin' with a lit TNT whip
I'm still here on stage 3 sits in (Wow)
Attemptin' to rap like Joachim did
Smiles fade, punches need disaster of leaves for tidal waves
Please (please) don't send me beats that sound like something that I would make (No)
I'm high from haze, if I took my kicks off right now, I'd fly away (Wow)
At home I stalk the smoke zone
Fat nerd, I lock the warm clothes, watch the mold grow (What?)
Kick back and pop a gold dose (Kick back and pop a gold dose)
Kick back and pop a gold dose (Uh)
The sun piss me off, my banner pissy draws
Walkin' sheikh sheet, come rip me off
First take lure, record guerrilla
Boomers in the villa, holding a purple cap like Maguilla?
Smoke free for the vitamins smoke got dead rappers alive in it
You can see the high five in prints
Hide bodies in grow closets with the bud
Viscerate chewed and grow shrooms in the cut
Fed trap, I got a bug, tatted lungs
Dust damage got thrown in the cage books with a dust jacket
Fermented gallon light
Either walk a dead bitch brought back to life
I don't have a type
Fingers freezin' through the light path (What?)
Like tar stained fingertips searchin' for a pipe stash
Most angered vessels, end up with the lines snagged
I won't sit, with my skin cracked watchin' time pass

Outro:

He was an extremely powerful warlock, the police found his body on this very altar, chest carved open, burning candles everywhere, but I believe the police interrupted a Satanic ritual, if he was evil, his soul is evil, if he was powerful, his soul is powerful, and as long as we're in his house, we're all in very grave danger