Pancreas by Pharaoh Legion

[Music] yo Baro Legion I'm on the move like a mort mouth IM Mortal Combat I kill Immortals like wombats give me the hammer I'll kill cats my signs of psychopathy keep cheap for me I only medle with wolves and cats I'm a skiz opat a killer who holds hats at the door your raps or a smoker Taps out like an old hore or an old dick I refuse to count just need the next one to shoot from the hips my come takes long the process but it hits quick like a St to the back a come shot on Kim Kardashian's ass sorry this is Pete's Place but I don't like trash the world is filled with throw away people the Misunderstood misunderstood I understand I understand those with no plan I command my Fallen ones to them I lend a hand the ones you don't think about while you're at the Opera with your people and Little Wayne don't like the sound inside of bat so we hustle and bustle to the only exit out the back hey look there is a crack between the rich cats we made it to the alley Hey look it's a rap person no just a person my mistake my bad oh he's aiming a gun now click clack hit the floor down baby we should have gave that [ __ ] a phone a home alone anything now the ways are dead and Bruce Wayne is alone little rich kid with no home so alone not orphan shaming but you know the Misunderstood misunderstood I understand I understand those with no plan I command my Fallen ones to them I lend a hand nobody I won't face out here on the streets I'm a leach a leach parasites in my brain eating off my energy while I put on the RO gain thinking it's my exterior that smell Dad no that smell is the riding of my brain I'll inflict the major with pain the blood on the for stain feeling no shame or remorse on account of the lack of my conscience not even sure if in this moment I'm conscious but the lack of conscience is making little too some sense all I know is I know something and what I know is we too shall pass B that ass pancreas bank that ass get it pancreas [Music]