Simplicity is the key//
But you herbs lost in advancement//
I'ma kill the rhyme all the time to cause eye infliction damage//
E's making his rounds now//
E will be center piece//
Want war with me, better find irony in inner peace//
I'll strike with percision of a cobra's lethal reach//
Expedite your death, with stamina of a relentless beast//
Rightfully, so now ripping the ass apart of a type of dick rydin' freak//
Won't even acknowledge you, lame nigga, on my ticket to fame//
I do this shit for real, nigga you ain't committed to the game//
I'll hate on my flow with you, just to fill disgust in my gut//
I see serving my humble sentence is just about up//
Happy to become free, with selected few in mind//
I guess it's me against the world, with Holy Trinity inscribed on the 9//
Hollows, stainless steel, and pure flesh adrenaline//
I'm genuine, bitch, you only 75 percent of men//
Lowered my standards to understand the position you're in//
Takin' bets in text to murder ya, damn wannabe vet//
I'm Christ, like murdering m.c.'s that haven't been birthed yet//