Throne Of The Damned

Listen, put your ear close-

Maybe then you can hear the whisper of a ghosts hopes.

You don't need to be Bruce Willis or have a Sixth Sense,

To catch the inner screams of the silent-

Time to understand the emotions of the violent.

Close your eyelids,

Welcome in the darkness,

Swallow nervousness,

Like a pill from your favorite street pharmacist.

Red eye bliss, from the tears of the sinners regret.

Step to the right and sway to the left,

Shotgun blast taking care of the pest-

Spray it like raid to give those roaches sharp pains in their chest,

Or wherever their hearts are located-

I'm invigorated-

Energized by my inner war winner,

Vent in ways that could only be described as unmerciful-

Droppin s**t like in a toilet bowl-

Another well known a*****e,

Aiming for the top of the Totem Pole-

Swords withdrawn like Ninja Scroll,

I see the fear on your face like a giant mole-

We're all stars, but I came to steal the show,

F**k my shoes, you can't even fit in my socks,

I'm the badass of the country:

Like Kid Rock.

North pole cold,

You're not classic,

You're just annoying in sound, and in need of a casket.

I'm coming digital-

Like watching porn on the internet,

Hear me in 360, like an X Box headset,

Ready, well get set-

REN is here to own,

And sit on a throne made of his enemies skull and bones.

 

So this is when you're at your wits end?

This is the feeling of when you want to win?

Sitting at the throne of the damned-

When you switch into a demon and shed the skin of a man.

 

Read back into basics,

Before flossin' took over and men were only concerned with diamond bracelets.

Before the era of bling bling,

There was a time when emcee's battled to do their thing-

Now they sweetly sing, pinching onto their pennies,

And they get greedy, even though they've already gained plenty-

And it just shows,

People will do anything for money,

You must have your eggs scrambled, b***h!

It's looking anything but sunny!

We all act buddy-buddy,

But what matters is the fact,

That we're looking for each others moments of weakness-

Just to fling an axe in your back.

And that's business,

Forget God as a witness,

He don't wanna watch you spread stupidity like a virus.

Burn an image in your iris,

Big R is leveling,

I'm a killer who's a late show,

Just like a schizo Letterman!

You didn't expect me,

But I'm here right now,

Scythe in hand, ripping your soul out...

Ouch.

 

So this is when you're at your wits end?

This is the feeling of when you want to win?

Sitting at the throne of the damned-

When you switch into a demon and shed the skin of a man.

 

The moral of the story is...

There are none...

This is immoral and it's gonna burn more than the reef in a coral-

W****s and beggers,

Get your neck severed-

Hustle or die- but be a fake b***h? NAW NEVER.

My soul must be from another dimension,

Cause when I looked around this reality-

I felt my birth was a divine intervention.

With people acting all sickly,

Like touching a females a*s only to find hair that's prickly...(ew)

Now who will lead to victory,

Over the cult of personality-

Blue Oyster Cults,

Or Dead Presidentz ideology.

RENegade's stand up-

Smash the opposition like cottage cheese.

Freeze pop- sickle till s****y musics blood trickles-

Throw em in the back of a trash compacting vehicle,

I'll smash through you like Steve Seagull,

I haven't even lifted the curtains for you to view,

This is just a preview...

Now just sit back and relax on this throne we made for you.

 

So this is when you're at your wits end?

This is the feeling of wanting to win?

Sitting at the throne of the damned-

When you switch into a demon and shed the skin of a man.