Off the Dome

I regret to inform ya, you have been chosen by the sorcerer/

Endless god of abyss, striking fear, spreading insomnia/

Invade your brain, cause more conflict than Somalia/

Being mobbing with my crew, call us Cosa Nostra/

 

Raw, those are the rhymes I be spitting/

Taking every fucking human down, that I see befitting/

Because after my dawn, all the living shall have gone missing/

Leaving only the dogs to be picking at remains of my killings/

 

I'm a savage, when it means having the vantage, over every challenger

that seeks to deal damage/

I shall feast for weeks on the meal I can salvage/

From the spoils of war I steal, I make it a habit to wreak havoc/

 

Now rap game ain't no horses but I've taken the reign/