Tywin has bars for days.
Starks I leave them all dead; weddings all red
Your sword's peasant steel, Joff's took your dad's head
Last year, when you houses thought it was all up
But this year I've done it again, Tywin, What the fukk
Arya stop whining, Tywin still shining
Starks kept complaining so I copped more thrones
Rock more gold ain't nothing sweet
I still throw t'ree in your body, fleeing the wedding
Y'all can't go with me, nope, flow with me
Bet 50, not dollars either I brought some gold with me
I flow like dragon fire, in various areas
And blow holes in you weak houses' theories (what's good Jon Arryn? Ha - Ha!)
It's funny how one letter can fukk up the game
Hound is your bodyguard? You better get your change
Ain't no Valyrian in that sword? Switch your blade
Ain't no Arab fencing teachers in King's Landing, they all got slayed
You pull up in your 4.0 with your Hound, I pull up in my 4.6 with my Mountain. With the seat back? Bumping some other shyt. Some other shyt. You’ll probably hop on my dikk right there, right in front of the Hound, asking me some stupid shyt like ‘Y-Yo Tywin what’s the difference between a 4.0 and a 4.6?’ Like 30 to 40 thousand golden dragons cocksucker. Beat it!
It ain't hard to tell, I excel then prevail
Jaqan H'ghar has been contacted, we attract clientele
My sword poke is life or death, breathing Syrio Forrel's breath
I exhale the invisible smoke of death through righteous steps
Deep like Winterfell's Crypt, sparkle like a diamond
Sneak Needle on the island in my army jacket lining
Hit Westeros like a comet – invasion!
Arya is like the Faceless Men, half-killa, half-Amazing
Cause in my physical, I can express through song
Delete stress like Milk of Poppy, then extend strong
I poured wine for Tywin, gave his men to the Red god
From the faces that I lift and cleaned, it ain't hard to tell
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