Full take over you’re a puppet no signs of life,flat line/
Yo wack rhymes fabricated never made it,you lacked prime/
The pain swells up my temples heart pounding in my brain/
I swear ive gone ill mental,logic is extinguished and slain/
Come on syllabus wit the wack rhmes you throwin/
Stop fuckin battlein and write a fuckin poem/
Appluse for your heroic stand,nope,not by the look of it/
The chance for a winning darkside by the look of it/
One last breath I take as I inflate my chest,heaving/
I blindly and wildly attack so fiercely, im never leaving/