Dear Illuminati

Their after this brain, they like what it's saying, but they wanna change the name "WeatherMane" to "Zero-Pain"
Then I'D gain more riches N Fame N then in the later days
when things are no longer the same,
they'd bargain for another trade,
and if I dont partake they'll test my faith, make me show my face, force me to sacrifice a homie for a higher pay grade!
yuh.
Illuminati loves deez naughty astonishing Port-ah-potty publishing's
they'll never get enough of me!
Because there is no hushing me!
I SHOULD BE A KING!
I mean it, it's In MY blood,
Thanks to Grandaddy Charlemagne
all the to way to king Edward yo
ending with
fuckin with the ann Frank
give it a think N.W.O
IMAGINE ME AT AN ACEDEMY AWARDS WINNING SHOW
LETS GIVE IT A GO

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