Ocean Primed

It’s McCloud defeating Andross

Man to man combat get ya bands lost

Rhyming with the mask off

The champ y’all

Its Dr Domes, rockin sockin Robin Holmes

Positively not the one to fuck with like people putting stock in homes

A conduit for hotter shit to pull the socket from

A monumental prophet bringing politics like Stone

A Molotov filled armourall and Paul Masson

Polished off like a bottle after singing honor songs

Warrior music I’m Worf grabbing the bat leth

A Basterd who hasn’t got his badge yet

Access my assets and flash cash to past debts

Max a million treasures then abandon every last chest

Cast out a match for every hero I’ve outlasted

Trash can through the looking glass and hit the rabbits

Tragic when the passive accounts for more than average

You couldn’t find The habitat of this talent without an atlas

Pallin around with this wiseguy’ll get ya ass kicked

Mandatory lessons for the fellowship of wack shit

Stationary weapons to dismember any bandits

And leave all their fragments in a graveyard for catnip

Popping like the vein of Eustace

Robin’s topics remain elusive

The optics engage when I make a movement

It’s Eazy when my reign is ruthless to eliminate the faintest usage of all the pain that getting fame is brewed in

Insane like Gruden calling plays away from Tampa Bay

I get the thumbs up like Lil Tic pointing thataway

I’m going off like bankers be on a Saturday

To travel the seas with the hammerheads and the manta rays