This is a song about "Defense of the ancientd"

The things im most scared of

Ships that sail to distant places

Big homie hov said i am close

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

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

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

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Wish i could shed all these tears

Im a rife, kills past your defense,

Everything ain't what it seems

Thinkin of the the dreams

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

//summary of the moral of the story is in the notes>>