Float on down to the dungeon room
Airline thick with the white ya boom
Silver venue slick in scrolls
Mataichi Gang enroll
OC blood is running thick no matter how the pot is split
Where The Lord will give you something Byron on the Benz and running
Hundred forty take your breath
Take a break and break a sesh
Test to all who wind and grind Im on the stage yea every night
Thousand shows the stage is mine
I grind my bones to further right
Can't remembered how I sailed
My eyes beginning to impale
I saw a Dragon in the air telling me to go up there
Creeping but the armor heavy but I got a piece to let it know that I will never stop
Even when I'm dead and drop
From The Grave is my home rest The Wish Blade a family crest
Wish Blade the family crest
Wish Blade the family crest
