Yeah, yeah
Ayo, pie eaters, it's time.
It's time, pie eaters (aight, pie eaters, begin).
Straight out the mighty dungeons of rap.
The darkness drops deep as does my dwarf.
I never run, 'cause to run is the mother of morph.
Beyond the wall of Wererats, life is defined.
I think of gold when I'm in a raging state of mind.
In a raging state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The raging darkness?
You complain about blood.
I gotta love it though somebody still speaks for the starkness.
I'm rappin' to the torch,
And I'm gonna move your scorch.
Smelly, lonely, lazy, like an elf
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were myself.
I can't take the blood, can't take the length.
I woulda tried to rage again but had no strength.
I'm rappin' to the scorch,
And I'm gonna move your torch.
Yea, Oz is in a raging state of mind........................................................