Little Wolfgang''s in his feelings like a deadhead


    Positively black like an OG neanderthal but he’s still too young


    Ancient fetus, ages in ice and metamorphosis


    Six in the cold, eleven is red hot perfection, Son of Man coming for the second time


    Still one but his mood different


    A heptagon come to square the globe


    Connoisseur back for seconds


    No local delicacies the blooming side of Bethlehem this time


    Rome had a chance, speared it, Red Water.


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    I know I’m a king so birth the queen persona real quick


    Athena with the quips, off Ares with the blades, cut deeper with the words then its back to smithing with ronin mystics in the woodlands


    Greatest under the sun covered


    Sabbath so little Wolfgang baths with the moon in the water


    Esteemed Moondog then its back to the Sunbather


    Deaf is heaven but earth listens


    God too happy for little Wolfgang’s shit


    Tyler the only Creator who ever gave a shit.