Clash of the Titans

I'm a tyrant clashing with some Titans I'm a tyrant that'sl clashing with some Titans.

I'm a tyrant that can get violent my power is The sound of silence a Titan hierophant that's been higher since in your environment till I feel like it's time for my retirement. I'm a higher being that shines like a brighter beam x-ray laser beams I display gamma rays hit you like an electric fazer beam blast you with the taser mean I'm the slim Jim mean green money making machine that's wiping my state clean from all these haters fake dreams want to take my cheese and make schemes full I make dreams come true like a genie lamp when I'm tipsy like a gypsy some type of beatnik hippie getting trippy living life nifty down to the nitty gritty living in the paradise city around my g-smoke weed and the girls look like Barbies with some big ass titties living life like Frank nitty a stack plenty rack benjies in a black Bentley

[Chorus] this is the class of the Titans fighting like you liking on these tyrants the return of the hierophant exposed to elephant in your environments.

[Male Vocal] I'm about to impose an expose all of my foes that lay in the ashes decomposed I like the flame to the masses been in the black swing in the frame Gucci glasses or Versace puffing the sprinkled molasses flying first classes Rose out the flames in the ashes dust to dust as above so below in the middle purgatorgde, in an experiment to a laboratory I've been the government's project trying to figure out this logic then I'm a celestial ancient frolic walking around in human skin a shape shifting ball-aholic I'm a prophet with the knowledge of an astrologist a modern day Galileo Salvador Dali I'm reaching the world with the frequency all the way from the US to El Salvador probably giving life to their souls while I'm killing them softly raise up off me I live like a boss that can get a grain of coffee from Don Juan Pablo in Cuba and still get paid very promptly get the f****** my face you honky tonky donkey trying to get my brass monkey you funky junkie head looking like a pumpkin with no neck looking like a munchkin that's why I'm dunkin' donuts on your persona smell the aroma but this ain't no Folgers I'm burning rubbers on Daytona carry weight like some boulders for Mel BK to Oklahoma smell the aroma of the dozer why your life comes to closure this ain't no three's company no room for third parties Jack Chrissy Janet or Mr roper not to mention Larry I got you one bats looking scary about to get buried in the cemetery going to find your name on the mortuary obituary six feet deep in the cemetery cuz you had the symmetry of my energy all wrong so you had to end up a descendant see I was so alignment on my decision that I had a diminished doctored it like a blemish that was a descendant of the third amendment