The Consistancy of My Metas Flows Like a Chainsaw||
Graze All Yo Flesh And Up Shredd Yer Face Off||
Then Whip you Witcha Arm That My Heat Blasted Apart||
Its Like a Art How I Paint Yer Death Drastic Like Motzart||
My Flow Sparks The Flame Which Aim To Haters Brains||
Then I Eat The Remains Of The Arm-A Bit Insane....||

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