bring the pain

I have the power
The weak get devoured
I speak they cower
Loungen in my tower
Like bowzer
Countn down the hour
People Just sit there and scour
Faces lookn sour
Presence is so somber
Why even bother
We the pawns of dollar
My words getn hotter
Smashn all imposters
Im hostile
Your styles just a fossil
Defeatn mes impossible
You mize well play the lotto
Modern Aristotle
The oppisite of model
Victorys my motto
Fire in a bottle
Im a desperoto
Its me, I, a mono




So much bravado
Bangn like a bongo
Warfare Gurilla like the congo
Dropn hot shh like its guano
Wanted like jaun paublo
Haunted by Diablo