In your ear i smash it into your tempural lobe i rupture it
Now your not seeing shit but the skill that's two bit
Walk up to saint Peter but he dont remember you neither
With the blood loss checkin if you in shock with a cold fever
I ruptured your brain and left a stain on your played out name
Through crazy death you reach superstar fame and still it's lame
Hit with the handle weren't worth the right side of the tool
Now your crying like a newb at birth hows it feel to look like a fool

NEXT WEAPON: OXYGEN DEPRIVATION

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Let God speak for the underground Psalm 49 16-17
16 Do not be overawed when a man grows rich when the splendor of his house increases
17 For he will take no thing with him when he dies, his splendor will not descend with him
18Though while he lived he counted himself blessed - and men praise you when you prosper-
19 He will join the generation of his fathers, who will never see the light of life

20 A man who has riches without understanding is like the beasts that perish