Head of the table, like I was a king
Undefeated, label the game my boxing ring
Knocking out competitors in the first round
And cheering sounds loud, going throughout the crowd
My fans, the listeners, the critics
Even those who hate me knew that it would come to this
I'm enjoying a feast, slaughtering other rappers who try to nip my feet
But I can’t be beat, So at the head of the table I wait, silent in my seat
Dozing off, as I fall asleep to Juicy, by Biggie, a real MC, inspiring me
Because all of these other rappers work at “Mickey dees,”
Dropping mixtapes, as if they were worthy
Of competing with the big boys, but it has occurred to me
That they will just be bird seed to me, as I am the raven of the game
The omen of death, killing it, no other is the same
Excuse me if my lyrics are as corrosive as your breathe
And causing you such pain, acidic, I spit, I ripped it, in two
So it’s impossible for you to forget it, sneeze, so god can bless you
Achoo, it seems that he has blessed me too, with talent
Smashing down like nails pounded with mallets
I scoff at everyone because there seems to be no challenge
I’m bringing the thunder, in which all competitors will be sundered
If there is a god, he wouldn’t have me so riled, unfortunately for you
There is no church in the wild

Verse Two
But there are beasts who will feed
And those who live to see you bleed
The animals love a good carcass
And they’ll chase a target after they have marked it
Manslaughter, in the highest degree, Having surgeons search him
Cutting him with the scalpel til he hurts big
Cut em’ all up into tiny pieces, perfect
That’s exactly how you will get worked kid
And if there is a mission, I will never abort it
‘cause I would never set out on something if I couldn’t afford it
Want in on the transport than you can board it
But make sure your vision is clear, not the least bit distorted

Verse Three

I associate with the finest
And also those who need a little guidance
Because there are some that can’t find it
And then there others who need to be reminded
Of the talent that they possess
Though they may not be the best
Give them a chance to shine
Brighter than the stars that fill the night sky
Living up the dream, god, glory, and green, just as we have dreamed
If gluttony is a deadly sin, may I not be forgiven
Because whats the point of breathing if you’re not going to be living
One mans desire, burning with the passion of a forest fire
The wild has no religion, so what comes from what I aspired
Are the teachings of something new, as I stand atop the spire
I then preach, to all the followers who had beseeched
All had seemed lost, kissing at my feet, I’ll gladly play the leader
Until I slumber, eternal sleep