Little Wolfgang's in his feelings like a deadhead

Positively black like an OG neanderthal but he’s still too young

Ancient fetus, ages in ice and metamorphosis

Six in the cold, eleven is red hot perfection, Son of Man coming for the second time

Still one but his mood different

A heptagon come to square the globe

Connoisseur back for seconds

No local delicacies the blooming side of Bethlehem this time

Rome had a chance, speared it, Red Water.

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“I know I am a king, stand on my shoulder I can see, ain’t know that I could leave”

I know I’m a king so birth the queen persona real quick

Athena with the quips, off Ares with the blades, cut deeper with the words then its back to smithing with ronin mystics in the woodlands

Greatest under the sun covered

Sabbath so little Wolfgang baths with the moon in the water

Esteemed Moondog then its back to the Sunbather

Deaf is heaven but earth listens

God too happy for little Wolfgang’s shit

Tyler the only Creator who ever gave a shit.