Born to Burn the Weak (Hao)

I ain’t new to this world — I made it bleed,

Reborn through centuries just to watch you plead.

Call me How, bitch — the sun bows slow,

Spirit of Fire in my shadow’s glow.

I spit reincarnation, y’all stuck in decay,

While your lineage begs, I inciner-ate clay.

SHAH-man King? Nah — I’m God unbound,

Burn the world clean, leave no soul found.

Got halos beggin’, devils retreatin’,

Your nature’s flawed — I’m here deletin’.

Oracles talk, but they chant my name,

And every prophet sees me torch the game.

You pray to ma-nah? I am the flame,

My Oversoul’s hell with a holy name.

You touch the board — I flip the plane,

Erase your ghosts like I scrubbed your name.

Pachamama, Gaia — I snuff ’em all,

I’ll split the earth with a fireball.

Your little soul friends? Cute and weak,

My spirit devours what yours can’t speak.

I was born to burn the weak,

Reincarnated just to hear you shriek.

Bow to How — the end of peace,

I purify life with fire and teeth.

Yo? That twin’s a failed design,

My kindness split, now here’s decline.

I gave you balance — you gave me shame,

So now I erase you all in flame.

Mi-ki-hee-sah cried, his whimper was pure,

Even my father knew I was the cure.

Humans rot — they poison fate,

So I burn ’em slow ’til they radiate hate.

SHAH-man Fight? That shit’s rigged,

I light up monks and crush their wigs.

X-Laws kneel when they see me grin,

Tell Iron Maiden to pray for sin.

Oversoul large like a god in bloom,

My Spirit of Fire’s the fuckin’ womb.

I birth destruction, I preach decay,

And still look flawless in war’s ballet.

I was born to burn the weak,

Reincarnated just to hear you shriek.

Bow to How — the end of peace,

I purify life with fire and teeth.

Don’t call it rage — I am divine,

Infinity loops through my cursed spine.

Third life deep, and I’ve seen the stars,

But nothing shines like these scorchin’ scars.

Say my name when the sky turns red,

How — the SHAH-man who hunts the dead.

I don’t need thrones, just ash and screams,

To cleanse this world of your petty dreams.

Don’t call it rage — I am divine,

Infinity loops through my cursed spine.

Third life deep, and I’ve seen the stars,

But nothing shines like these scorchin’ scars.

Say my name when the sky turns red,

How — the SHAH-man who hunts the dead.

I don’t need thrones, just ash and screams,

To cleanse this world of your petty dreams.