The Storm of War
Eye of the Storm where I'm fighting dark lord
I been losing my reasoning can't be restored
I want peace but the pieces keep calling for war
Now the witch king keep a gloved hand by his sword
Now this shit won't stop till I get to the morgue
How this shit still drop and my vault ain't explored
Sound like bitches want opps I won't talk anymore
Found a snitch now he stopped and his songs ain't adored
I'm the Hurricane Killer the one they abhor
Always gone trip bout what they can't afford
Gotta lift from a Caragor back to destroying the hordes of orcs I'm getting bored
You is not shit to the menace of Middlе Earth
Fuck with the Royals you boutta be stressing your worth
Don't givе a fuck bout a rapper who gone make a song overdosing on percs
This ain't nothing like golden sun so I'll never be caught with a clerk
Barrow Wight villain flow starting to burst
I'm blowing that smoke tryna reverse my curse