We are here to claim the throne and not a single one of you can hold us down. So step up and face the duce. Expanding vigilante moves will have no use. So listen: you've got no chance to win at all, when you ride amongst selfrighteous sinners.You wanna go? Too slow, you're disgusting me. Is this the man and the scene that you swore to be? You've got the flow? Oh no;
praise hypocrisy. You ain't worth shit and can never reach up to me. I'll bear the torch, the spear, the agony. Don't play it tough 'cause we both know that you are scared of me. You wanna go? Hell no; ride your fantasy.
You may got there first but you're still a tragic parody. You've got no right to drop the fall, when you've lost against such excellent winners.