Reinstatement [Pt. 1]

Tall ears, gall heard and a villain afar, my comeuppance—

Cut upwards of the utmost 'til the village on fire, like I summoned

Some pyro, Promethean encyclopedias, philosophical somethings

Dispelled on postcards, puffin' on a pungent promise to punish

Pushed pens, mine's so pressin' ya couldn't pull it apart or pluck it

Siblings at war, I'm pummelin' his smarts with scholarly pundits

Pressured, patiently chill, still always sharp to the punches

Pokes for problems with me's not about how well I meld tales,

In perspective you've felt swellin' the heart as it punctures,

Per point-backs, pain instilled left a mark as the.. blood gets,

Poured forth, floorboards more bored than your, next-door whore; pump puss? Pfft, ya pen-is "penultimate" in hardly humpin',

You take a "second to last," from pull outs to hidin' stomach

What I'm impellin' is sire toughness, feelin' Charles the Beloved

Melt you into Sylvia's Bell Jar, dialin' Balthasar's number

[But why be King when I can be a God? —]

So dissing me is just something you regale higher-ups with;

Hear my steal horse mufflin', OG Doncic, long as

My young dong it's, not what the billionaires wanted

Appealing so hard, in the paint got quarts and Valspar crumblin'

My ilk's regard for thumbin' hellfire puts grill-charred gummin',

on get-well cards, after harm dealt in real hard bludgeons

Parallels scarce, even-keeled peers? I'm telled apart from 'em

My villain arch's heel-tarn's comin', pivotal when I'm Dilly Bar chuckin',

'Cause I get the DQ, no milk cart dumpin', so get the de-queue —

if compelled for war? It's 'X to Doubt' on those L.A. Noir buttons.

I'm a folk-tale heard in rumblings, and you still aren't someone

In helter-skelter fear, mumblin' when you tell sharp nothings on my name,

With an undercuttin' blade, afraid when my skills are summoned —

Got you shuttin' off the game, like "WHERE THE HELL DID THAT HEALTH BAR COME FROM?!"