The Indian Chief's name was Spirit, made of fire and mystic

Depicted in red like seraph angels in hieroglyphics.

Alcatraz zone, Al Capone, Chicago Valentine Day Massacre

Shotgun spectacular, I fought a crusade like a Dracula.

A wrinkle in time, they knew the law before they wrote the crime

A dark alien from Andromeda that kept a skull and spine

Your sound is dull, I recline.

The lantern

In place, a river church, its a Highlander, you'll find a violent kind...

The Sun rewinds, a drunken kitten chasing a butterfly

A sword to the eye, I disable all plates nailed down to the table.

From dark realms and worlds, in the forest

I hover above you others blind,

I keep a gun you'll discover, my discography is butter

Chinese wine,

Pistol, rifles and shotgun

A cannon invented by Richard J. Gatling

Big, I dash like an athlete, beware MC I have come to attack thee

Bad bandit king,

Another angel play a harp string

The man of kung fu or a gat spree, in fact, now come to attack me

Cherokee Vietnam tomahawk

Bash ya head red, like a frozen daiquiri

Shot by a hundred arrows, stabbed by four spears

I die, standing up laughing

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