In the bowels of rocky mountain A fiery bird I forged Forged from iron, from molten steel A flaming eagle majestic beast On the wings of my eagle To
Silvern skull, sable shroud, ebon tower, onyx crown. Witchfire, black citadel, frost-shrouded steel, moon-veiled spell. The skyqueen of the dead rides
He'll hear not what we say Solid steel visor Riveted cross his eyes Iron staples close his jaws So no one hears his cries The skull beneath the skin
Ironik: I just wanna know what you want me to do To keep the love up there What would you like, you like Big up Bless Beats Listen Would you like if
As he travels on the beast of burden Moving up along the mountain side As he gazes looking down the valley No regrets but his pride As he journeys across
Royce Da 5'9"] By the time you hear this I'll probably already be outtie I advance like going from toting iron to going and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the iron
Crazy wires fuse their brains Drinking water, sugar cane Bang drums and broken flutes Homeless gods and iron boots Flying wicked, love control Circus storm and demon skull
Queens) Queens take ya heads (Killa Queens, killa, killa Queens) Queens be the vets (Killa Queens, killa, killa Queens) I'm here to crack ya cats' skulls
so fast when your blood spilled it was still blue I'll hang you til you dangle and chain you with both ankles And pull you apart from both angles I wanna crush your skull
Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery Skulls
Enter the depth of the mindstate of a sick man blood lust, slow suction like quick sand sharpened gilloutine that cuts clean, you cant hang an iron plate
no thinkin' emotions Sick him with potions that I've developed To make the body swell up like venom Once I'm in 'em, then I skin 'em and skull 'em After
got it locked way out of state What? Hey, it's the worlds famous international, sinner irational (Ha) Nigga who dance with wolves, masterful bash skulls
do? Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch Hoes, hoes, money, roll Mr. Whup-Ass done stepped in the do' (Bone crusher) Bring the pain, to your skull
it shows no love For anything, anything Breathes there a soul so dull It has not striven to attach some meaning To the chaos that invades the human skull
Part demonic part machine Hungry and it's time to feed Iron claws and fangs of steel Dripping from his tasty meal Now it's time to jugulate Feel your skull