Rise and awaken with wings of a sparrow,
The road less travelled is short and narrow.
Poison tipped, soaring arrow.
Piercing flesh, downfall of Pharoah.
Long I have slept in incessant slumber,
Time is now to pillage and plunder.
The prophecy has been fulfilled,
From the depths of hell I will wield,
Fire, brimstone, and incantations.
Demons will inflict lacerations.
The waves will part at my command,
Slaughter you and your crew, like Custer's last stand
Tip of the ice burg for what awaits,
Locked in a box and slammed the gates.
Potter's Field, buried benath,
One with the necropolis, without a sheath.
Scorpion and snake slither into the coffin,
Now I've gone far beyond scoffin'
Words I speak are grim, cold-blooded,
What you seek is dim, and flooded.
Death awaits those who speak pathetic rhymes,
Stowebum & lil g, I could massacre a thousand times.
With each syllable you utter,
word you stutter,
phrase you mutter,
or lingo you sputter..
you pound the nails deeper into your own sarcophagus.
I hope by now you get the gist,
Point in case;
In case you missed.
You will be chopped into pieces across the floor,
Various pieces will be unnacounted for,
Very own family will stand aghast,
Speak again, and it will be your last.
