[Verse 1: Blacastan]
All hail the golden ax
Excalibur
Dollars and a swollen sack, rap Metallica
Believe me yo, the Godz is back
Throw daggers to fraudulent, facades and acts
Marathon tracks
Blade Runners, rock Cassel shades all summer
[?] throw grenades through your Hummer
Your foul baby mother grip pipes like a plummer
Incredible, her favorite vegetable is cucumbers
Black Sabbath, smoldering pots of black magic
Murder tracks savage, none of y'all can't match it
Jason Voorhees sinking y'all with the hatchet
John Wayne/Max Payne squeezing the ratchets
Squeeze semen in rap chicks, how sleazy is that shit?
Greasy as rat shit in a project cabinet
Crush faggots to fragments
Flip crosses on Catholics
{machine gun shots}
While I'm leading up illegal automatics
[Verse 2: Apathy]
Arms spread wide like Jesus Christ wingspan
Spikes through my pimp hand
Sixteen for six grand
Triple six, sickle cell, bored of Heaven, sick of Hell
Poison reservoirs, spit in foods plus I piss in wells
Kiss or tell, fucking brag, ain't no rapper touching Chad
Highlander shit, broad sword inside my duffel bag
Ap' is the man banging hoes, you're a fucking fag
Fruitcake, jerking off to muscle men in muscle mags
Muzzle on the musket, now I'm dusting off the Desert Eagle
Leaving 'em in fetal positions, stuck with a record needle
Need to kneel before the king or wield a sword or shield
Or force field a record deal and a skeleton made of steel
Cash plus a beat this is as classic as Mass Appeal
A mask and a gold grill and in the vat is some Massengill
I'm mass at the Vatican, a mad man with a Mac-10
A notebook and a black pen and throat full of acid phlegm