Chorus
I Will Never Soften Up
I Will Never Give Up
To Many I'm Hated
I Turn Blood To Wine
Like I'm Divine
Pour It Into Bottles
An Army Of Apostles
To Preach My Gospels
To Pa** The Time
I Became A Master Of The Rhyme
Verse 1
Yo I'm the Irish Jesus armed with great white jaws
With bars so perfect other rappers can't compete with my flaws
Some say I have a weird personality, the type to burst into an insanity
The beast with rage, that won't seize to amaze
I'll just leave you in a haze, makin you sh** yourself while you breathe on my blade
I'm sicker than a hospital patient diseased with aids
An undead emcee that'll feast on your brains
I swarm your rhymes like africanised honey bee hives
My poetry flows like alcohol remedying your lives
I roll like gypsies in a caravan, filled with bombs like I'm the taliban
Travelling through afghanistan, looking for the border to pakistan
I arrive at your house to pelt it with bottles of ciders, kopparbergs, magners, guiness and harp
You know how I do i rhyme from the heart
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Verse 2
Yo I'm on conservation watch an endangered emcee with a flow so rare
A constant irritation like the guy from go compare
Not an ugly guy but I'll k** you with a cold stare
My words carry more weight than the biteforce of a polar bear
I'll throw you off your seat and beat you with a foldin chair
And kick your a** from here to the artic and leave you over there
My mouth spits heat and my a** fires solar flares
My raps won't stop till diamonds break and my message is well deployed
And I collapse the earth shake the foundations of the underworld till hell's destroyed
I arrive at a rap congregation with beer and lager
When I start to spit people begin clearin the cypher
By the end of the verse they are fearin McIvor
Because I attack outta nowhere with power and stealth like a Siberian Tiger
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Outro Verse
I break bodies like bread
While you pray to be dead
Resurrection of a new dawn
When I'm gone
You will remember the song
Remember you're inferior
To the creator
With a crown of thorns
I'll leave your scalp torn
To pa** the time
I became a master of the rhyme