Those that inherit the 3arth, the Fallen.
The Roc Nation Li's, with the law at our backs.
With Edom, the Rothschilds, the ones under attack.
To be at peace, there's no "I" in team.
What do I mean? And why did it not rhyme?
Because the False Prophets style is chopped and screwed.
My double-bladed, my tool, the name, the "Weapon Master."
My apprentice that kneels, and she says, "Go faster!"
To speed up the DoTs, to meditate, to go to war.
To stand on the sands of the Atlantean Shore.
To tour the 3arth, to recruit Sith, the merrier, the more.
To not give a fuck, to hate the Whore!
“And the ten horns which thou sawest upon the beast, these shall hate the whore, and shall make her desolate and naked, and shall eat her flesh, and burn her with fire.”
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