Eyo

I choke shadows, and scoop out there bone marrow
Jano, the lone maddo - shooting bow's with my arrows
At the face of rambo, I decapicate mc's blindfolded
With my rhyme's scolding the skin on the mic im holding
Ayura
Prepare for the slaughter, prepare for the storm of the water
The reborn lord of torture
Torn from evil deprived from the mic sorcerers
Scraping your home terrain from this lone hurricane
Lone wolf, chewing on the bones of your rib cage
Rip raid engulfs with my wizadary wickadary spells
Theres a mystery that I come from hell
Hell-bent on rappers that lack the skill I possess
I compose smoke with fresh cess from the skin pores in my chest
Composing the motion of the aqua colours
And form a ocean, an emblem token known to start mc's choking
On there words, I diverse and manipulate there verse
You get chased and merked from the ghost I set raid to curse
Haunting, Im the phantom you see in the morning
The sound you hear from dusk to the sun's falling
Make you blunts jawless, I clash horns with taurus
Till his blood bubble's like porn star's in saunas
Phuk it, I might as well battle against the zodiac himself
In a home of wealth, both armed with a mic and a belt
Buckle up, you get roughed up, mucked up, Phuked up
You need 'nuff luck to battle against this leprechaun's gruff