[Intro]
This is a story
More like a fable
More like a folklore tale
About when MCs were truly gallant
Honorary systems is the mark of a true MC
And I am the Repo Man

[Verse 1]
I came to reclaim your transparent kingdom due to the size and all
And your apparent rise and fall
Your lives crossed all from the stallers, bullshit wall to wall
Seen as you don't stand too tall against two ten ton giants
We all, balls don't bounce and apply, that's science
A belters Burgess, you'll accept
But what'd you expect, to go down in a blazing glory like a false sense of heroics between heaven and hell strung out on halos and pitchforks in purgatory?
Sorry chap. We can't have that
And in the end it's all ratings and stats
Partly, have you ever met men of our caliber?
The audio challenger pulling Excalibur from a cardiovascular
I stick it like peanut-butter to the roofs of their mouths
But I'm the carpenter who came to rip their roofs out
That was a wisecrack, but I crack wiles of wise wit
Causing neon firecrackers to bang with quick wicks
My aura shines like an aurora
My voice is like a harp, with a whisper of flammable gas to accompany, my company sparks
Furnace cylinders click continuously burning like the throats of [?] angels
Spiraling gauge drain, dissect the members out in mangers
Now arrows fly from bows with horizontal angles
These dangers are released and strangers are unorthodox
Curiosity killed a cat who won't last Pandora's box
Huh
That's what you get when we have a fresh west coast MC
An engineer, who hooked up with the the raw Venice producer
World supremacy
Prevail, Evidence and [?]
When it comes time to go to work, we don't play
Swollen Members