With the open of golden doors,
I let in the ones who’ve shuttered most souls.
Aware of the severe warning loss,
Still i wasn’t bent in giving up on this course.
With smiles,i welcome these wolves to my abode of course,
Ooh how they talk with so much remorse.
Well,i feed them an exquisite five course,
Then get down to the main cause.
How much it is a delight,
of how they think me less in might,
When i plead them to stay for the night,
Yet i’m just in the mood to fight.
Of bullets and guns!
How a perfect dinner turns.
The servant of the royals can now stand.
The doom of the lord can finally land.
And i can finally pay my dues,to the bullets on my nightstand!