I feeling like Batman They way I be beating these jokers These Ls you will face you look like a stoner This flame has you name on it You must be the owner The gun left smoking looking like i flooded the motor Keep a coffin, for your lungs can’t Handle the aroma Stay sober What is your motive? You say it’s not fair So it’s not fair he tells And there kingdom won’t welcome this oger But I’ll stay with the right circle Like a play station controller We are solid as rocks as we grow bolder First shot will have you move slower That chip on your shoulder got you chipped on the shoulder So Stop speaking Vulgar Your circle is under the vouchers Your death is the Oder Wisodom to those who are disciplined not just because you are older I’m cooking enemies quick Still I’m not taking no orders Because when I spit You might think I’m infected your order Nothing you say or do will ever be effecting my armor I’ll always increase Forever with God in my Corner My spiritual army imported This is important Here we come Is the message to the opposition informant Were always ready enter any gauntlet or fortress Are spiritual farces looks like there’s few. But are hearts are way more enormous To you I look alone all hopeless But I’m equipped with cannons and horses. I’ll put you in the grave and then I’ll start planting roses So you can finally look gorgeous