Great Cyclone

He's thinking that he's sitting on a great white throne Judging everyone with an ape like tone Beating on his chest, running out of breath About to fall into a great cyclone He's thinking that he's sitting on a great white throne Judging everyone with an ape like tone Beating on his chest, running out of breath About to fall into a great cyclone There's a shooter and he ain't packing a Ruger Tongue like a gun, known as an intruder Breath smelling like a sewer talking that manure Halitosis commotions drive me away like an Uber Lunar is where I'd rather be sometimes If there's an Uber astronaut, take me above the skies Cause I would love to fly, fly me to the moon Like Sinatra or Marvin the Martian, Looney Tunes He's got his face in a book, a blue digital screen If he would take a close look at his image he'd see Facebook, Facebook in my palm Who's the unfairest one of them all He's thinking that he's sitting on a great white throne Judging everyone with an ape like tone Beating on his chest, running out of breath About to fall into a great cyclone He's thinking that he's sitting on a great white throne Judging everyone with an ape like tone Beating on his chest, running out of breath About to fall into a great cyclone I see you up on your high horse trying to carry the sky's torch Cause the world revolves around the solar system's light source You fight wars with a pair of wax lips Talk is cheap, not making cents with your actions Your high horse is more like a Trojan one Your heart is more like a frozen one Your tongue is kinda like a loaded gun Must not have a life, missing out on loads of fun Unravel your gavel, hop off of your saddle Your driving more beef than a Texan with cattle That horse your on is a dirty fictional unicorn Clean your laundry before wearing godly uniform He's thinking that he's sitting on a great white throne Judging everyone with an ape like tone Beating on his chest, running out of breath About to fall into a great cyclone He's thinking that he's sitting on a great white throne Judging everyone with an ape like tone Beating on his chest, running out of breath About to fall into a great cyclone You think your sitting on a great white throne About to fall into a great cyclone Get off the toilet with your cracked iPhone