Labelled the locksmith; mistaken for a recluse
Truth is I'm a wordsmith; characters on the loose,
The writing isn't rubbish wait until gets published.
Put you in a basemant with Paul Lantar,
Murder is his mantra,
Or get a contract on you by Albert Giuseppe,
It doesn't matter if the price is hefty,
Enjoy a beverage with Smoke and Willis,
And take on the sentinels trying to kill us.
Hit a blunt with Jahvari get thrown out in the wild like safari,
Mental intrusions by Arthur's illusions, Lily will smack you in the confusion,
The masked sentinel is riding in let the fire begin.
Don't get too high or crash too low,
And don't even ask about Cobloro.
