It’s McCloud defeating Andross
Man to man combat get ya bands lost
Rhyming with the mask off
The champ y’all
Its Dr Domes, rockin sockin Robin Holmes
Positively not the one to fuck with like people putting stock in homes
A conduit for hotter shit to pull the socket from
A monumental prophet bringing politics like Stone
A Molotov filled armourall and Paul Masson
Polished off like a bottle after singing honor songs

Warrior music I’m Worf grabbing the bat leth
A Basterd who hasn’t got his badge yet
Access my assets and flash cash to past debts
Max a million treasures then abandon every last chest

Cast out a match for every hero I’ve outlasted
Trash can through the looking glass and hit the rabbits
Tragic when the passive accounts for more than average
You couldn’t find The habitat of this talent without an atlas

Pallin around with this wiseguy’ll get ya ass kicked
Mandatory lessons for the fellowship of wack shit
Stationary weapons to dismember any bandits
And leave all their fragments in a graveyard for catnip
Popping like the vein of Eustace
Robin’s topics remain elusive
The optics engage when I make a movement
It’s Eazy when my reign is ruthless to eliminate the faintest usage of all the pain that getting fame is brewed in
Insane like Gruden calling plays away from Tampa Bay
I get the thumbs up like Lil Tic pointing thataway
I’m going off like bankers be on a Saturday
To travel the seas with the hammerheads and the manta rays