This members passed despite a fending grasp, pretend to blast apparent ugliness so Ill lend a mask
Bent too fast, he only spits fire from his behind and with verses like that its no wonder you 'ember-assed' (embarrased)
Bringing the pain as kronox moans in sections with a grown infection, with 2 hands do the damage of cloned disections
Create blown reflections with no protection, he could have a building company and still not own erections
My tall stints of raw hints make this whore sprint, expose flawed chinks fucking up your iris the way I maul tints
Compared to scrawled stints this verse throws you down to get trampled by midgets so you get lost in the 'small prints'
This Brit pours sick spores which store mixed scores, it pricks whores to transfix your weak kicked war
My clique roars with bricked gore, Ill treat your larynx like a parachute and proceed to rip-chords (ripcords)
Im simply unethical and unequivocal in battle, this damn retard didnt know that I cull in crunch spouts
He better recognise that taking my fist out of his face is the closest he gets to pulling a punch out
kronox acts in amazement that your plays bent, I strike back swiftly to leave your back on the pavement
Refract your placement, it happens so often he must think my dick in his mouth is a fashion statement