Voltaire on top of
All the rest
Closer to God than
The Pontifex
People hate on me but
Can't stop me yet
Sampled the world on Reason
Chop it all up with
The Dr Octo Rex
Not even one
I'm switching to rum
Because I can't feel then
Vodka yet
On my 5th or 6th mule
Level fifty hits soon
Writing poems and
You know I'm
Writing limericks too
Words are a blade with my
Vision imbued
The flames will likely kill
You 'fore the sentence is through
Sneak is one hundrеd
Speech is really something
Locked in thе room
Till my Thu'um sound like
Thunder
Till I'm rocking the tomb
With DOOM and the others
When my body is gone
Just my voice will be among us
You'll still hear my shouts
Two thousand years running
Real rhymes
Not your everyday Dovahkiin
Fus you off a cliff just for
Bothering annoying me
You think I'm all
Fun and games
Of course you know
There's more to me
Mind in a haze
If you squint you
Can sort of see
A league of my own
An island no one borders me
Try and swing a sword at me
Try and cut and quarter me
To block you is a chore to V
Bored of these
Sort of things
Smoke another pound
Make another 40 beats
Bob Ross with the written word
Always make a gorgeous piece
Think I'll stick around
For one I can't afford to leave
Also use my shouts to
Make sure you aren't ignoring me
More importantly
I plan to soldier on until
Reported to the morgue I be
Seeing vortexes
Or is it vortices
Older than a tortoise on the toilet
Reading quarterlies
Slicing the jowls
Of the foulest dorks
Hoarding things
All the rest
Closer to God than
The Pontifex
People hate on me but
Can't stop me yet
Sampled the world on Reason
Chop it all up with
The Dr Octo Rex
Not even one
I'm switching to rum
Because I can't feel then
Vodka yet
On my 5th or 6th mule
Level fifty hits soon
Writing poems and
You know I'm
Writing limericks too
Words are a blade with my
Vision imbued
The flames will likely kill
You 'fore the sentence is through
Sneak is one hundrеd
Speech is really something
Locked in thе room
Till my Thu'um sound like
Thunder
Till I'm rocking the tomb
With DOOM and the others
When my body is gone
Just my voice will be among us
You'll still hear my shouts
Two thousand years running
Real rhymes
Not your everyday Dovahkiin
Fus you off a cliff just for
Bothering annoying me
You think I'm all
Fun and games
Of course you know
There's more to me
Mind in a haze
If you squint you
Can sort of see
A league of my own
An island no one borders me
Try and swing a sword at me
Try and cut and quarter me
To block you is a chore to V
Bored of these
Sort of things
Smoke another pound
Make another 40 beats
Bob Ross with the written word
Always make a gorgeous piece
Think I'll stick around
For one I can't afford to leave
Also use my shouts to
Make sure you aren't ignoring me
More importantly
I plan to soldier on until
Reported to the morgue I be
Seeing vortexes
Or is it vortices
Older than a tortoise on the toilet
Reading quarterlies
Slicing the jowls
Of the foulest dorks
Hoarding things
( Voltaire Slapadelic )
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