This is a song about "Defence of the ancients"

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

Across the face of the earth

So you finally got the nerve

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

King of the va, off of those toxins.

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

The king of the jungle

I'm modest, and humble

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble