Nine-Tailed Fox

The blade is out, I'll shank you with my second tongue

Few did what I can do and the night is young

Screw your accolades, even though I do thank you

The strife is on, set up by those pythons, they're done for cause I won't get stung

I trick the traps like I make them – nice

Smell the craps as they shake them – dice

Till I collapse, I will leave them gasping

I'm Vercetty when I wake them – Vice City

They slept on mе cause they're sour

Failеd to feel my lyrical power

It's hysterical, a tad satirical

Grounded, I recall but I'm fly – Tails Prower