u won't be speakin so hot afta I break u down/
from inside I rip out ya body like a crazed clown/
spill out ur open wounds along with ur blood/
cuz that's where tha name Gene Pool comes from son/
and I'll mutate into ma normal self with a hatchet at hand/
turn to face u and stick it in ya head like a primitive caveman/

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<center><table style=filter:GLOW(color=red)>Atmosphere - inspirations of following in the footsteps of story tellin rhymes</table></center>

<center>Corrupted Visions</center>

<center><table style=filter:GLOW(color=black)>Giving Sight A Third Eye</table></center>