Gold Usher

I'm a Foreigner with a 4Runner,

Stealing your hearts call the Coroner,

Modern-Day Explorer with No Gunners,

Climbing the ladder like I came from the Forerunners,

And beat you all just to show Those Suckers,

That I bring the storm without the need to Throw Thunder

Walking away I hear them say in Low Mutters,

"He can't be stopped! Somebody call GhostBusters!"

Throw Clusters of Bars smooth like cutting Holes in Butter,

Fuck the atmosphere I drive Slow Hummers,

From my Lack of Fear I Thrive from Fightin Old Busters,

Quick to tell Yo' Mother of what drama your Soul's Under,

Ended your Cold Slumber when the temperature Rose Numbers,

Fixed my pipes I was my Own Plumber,

I only Chose to Plunder from my Bold Hunger,

You try to stay on top and Throw Bumpers,

Whilst I Uphold Brothers,

And me being irrelevant is like a Frozen Summer,

Cats on the side Hope and Wonder,

For my death to be the new Gold Usher.

I'm still on a good run call me the Sole Crusher,

Of this game a Lone Hustler,

Blast off with my Drone Thrusters,

This is my territory I'll Overthrow Hunters,

Til the Crow Utters "NeverMore" causing my Whole Rupture,