Manas in an abandoned church
Murdering amateurs I damage nerves
Wit savage verbs I hope that they have insurance
Bitch its the gargoyle, you soft straight hard boiled
They don't jus dig me they rip apart soil
Tryna find tha origins of Mana the blue blooded bandit
I can't stand all you fucking lames
I hope the world goes up in flames
A fuckin ancient entity
Whos intentions are a mass cleanse cause humans are mad dense and lack sense
But check this, boutta leave you and yo bitch breathless
After I, push the blade through your chest like a samurai
Mana ridin in that unidentifiable
The only option viable hit em wit fireballs
Entire worlds getting turned into stardust
Damn Mana you raised the bar up
That shit really scarred us, yeah I kno
And I know you ain't boutta let firearms bust so leave it out your raps boy
Where ya head at boy?

My hood on, my robe on. Im so gone
Blade in my hand now. Fuck a handout
I ain't wit none of that, rap shit im runnin that
But ill get bored soon so you can have fun with that