Supriem Rockefeller (II)

[The Draç]

The story at last, the Sun runs out of gas.

To cash in the thought, the criminal then caught.

The Mahdi that battles the 0ne-3y3 Bun.

Pleiadian Rum, we drink then for fun.

Showtime woes, alone in my head.

Rocking to the beat, the false prophet, it's dead.

Found out their God was a little fuckin' kid.

Wanting to wish, time to pull out her rib.

A twinflame in love, can you figure out the acronym "SYD"?

Thas a joke, the Billa Bong hit.

Mary Jane, a 58 split.

Creating from the ashes, its burns slow, a lick.

Merry Christmas Eve, I finally found my chick.