It's an angel falling str8 out the sky, crash ~N~ burn my styles seal up ya eye/

Devistating like crack followed by coke, ya rhymes ~R~ simple like a popsicle joke/

Ya spit it tickles soaked in whack, marinated like pickles, with skillz that lack/

I rain fire and brimestone can ya hear the Angels cry, don't need a wish bone, took the win and hardly tried/

Hear the wispers in the wind, vioces howling within, another Burned in the lake of sin/

By the evil that hunts ya below, demonic chanting on microphones, Bouncerz evil like Satans' Clone/

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!