Spellplague

Yo

The rogue killin' foes witta bow n arrow like the hood

I'll hook ya - pull ya like the butcher - leave ya shook

Your fortunes what i took - sorta like the churches

Searchin' for purpose - like is it worth it to fill a purse

Sometimes it hurts like soul-crushing curses from a witch

So i embody that shit - let it spurt right out my wrist

And straight into my pen

No waitin' - let the legend begin

Spittin' for friends and enemies alike

Strike with nice intervals with the curved knife

Murk tight precise bars