Futuristic Flow of Mangel
Half Man Half Angel, Mangel
Sorry me being Evil
For not of Evil
In an Evil world
I am Evil's Evil
Working like a freight
Dealing heavy's weight
Time to gate and demonstrate
Words to fate
Words to fate
Just like magic from one
Then begin and begun
Working like a son
Working all day
Never did I quit
Or flip the manuscript
Time to alleviate screams
For life and dreams talking big screens
Know of my means so step aside
Confide of shadows in stride
To my dark side I will guide like annakin
Take you from sin
If you want begin
Come with my friend
We'll not end
Nor fall descend
Time to go
Fast not slow
Even though
You doubt me so
I'll just laugh
Teach you 1 2 3 math
Beg no wrath
Fear bolt from staff
Sit listen to me
And you'll be
Of not just doubt infinitly
Come one to see
It grows not grout
It's way above stout
More like a rout
It is with without
To look you may
You will today
And hear my say
Act don't decay
Magic is like 2 of things
So don't you brings
Bent broken ass strings
Harp and not sings
I prove no doesn't exist
Nor with my fist, nor my wrist
It's more like this
It is and will
Just not still
Growing fill
Ever more and begun
From the one
Only son
I've become so don't run
Don't dismay
No speak terror way
Or decay you'll one day
Sorry me being Evil
For not of Evil
In an Evil world
I am Evil's Evil
Working like a freight
Dealing heavy's weight
Time to gate and demonstrate
Words to fate
Words to fate
Just like magic from one
Then begin and begun
Working like a son
Working all day
Never did I quit
Or flip the manuscript
Time to alleviate screams
For life and dreams talking big screens
Know of my means so step aside
Confide of shadows in stride
To my dark side I will guide like annakin
Take you from sin
If you want begin
Come with my friend
We'll not end
Nor fall descend
Time to go
Fast not slow
Even though
You doubt me so
I'll just laugh
Teach you 1 2 3 math
Beg no wrath
Fear bolt from staff
Sit listen to me
And you'll be
Of not just doubt infinitly
Come one to see
It grows not grout
It's way above stout
More like a rout
It is with without
To look you may
You will today
And hear my say
Act don't decay
Magic is like 2 of things
So don't you brings
Bent broken ass strings
Harp and not sings
I prove no doesn't exist
Nor with my fist, nor my wrist
It's more like this
It is and will
Just not still
Growing fill
Ever more and begun
From the one
Only son
I've become so don't run
Don't dismay
No speak terror way
Or decay you'll one day
Credits
Writer(s): Kelly Donlin
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