You can Hardly Harm Me or Scar me//
I Spark Frees and Star Freaks//
Spar Lexicon Beasts Breathed//
From Villainous Ghost Priests//
The Lone Chief//
I Smoke Skins and wear Tribunal Bone Teeth//
Ya Most Weak like Weight on Cocktail Sticks//
Ya whole henchmen is rosebuds; just fulla Pricks//
I Metamorph in many Forms of Avatar Flocks//
Many Lost - Never knew I left Scars on the Demi-gods//
Ya get dumped in the Messy Loft//
Better wash my feet, or get Kicked into Oblivion//
Many can't handle the Strict Discipline//
My Tounges a bombardment of Blitz Fillings//
I popeyes from broken tins of my Thick Spinach//
Champion of Spitting and Quick Twisting Spliff Billing//
Im the Phantom; Armed with Paranormal Calligraphy//
Navigating Portals with Wizardy Feudal Military//
In this Concreate Jumanji, Im Tarzan Swinging Trees//
I make Knees tremble, Im Haunting ya Apartment//
I throw the staff at the clouds//
Prepare for the Storming of the Darkheartness//