the deadly melody sang,
by the god icabod chang,
cant even compete with the way my cell fone rang,
the ringtone of skampoe spittin the rawest shit ever felt,
lies told thru his eyes by the lights of orions belt,
spontaneous combustion maken his skin just melt,
right of of the bone, with the styles i've shown,
i shall take my place back on his throne!
n/w: powdered glass, glass dust!