ayo I tie you to the back of a furness and watch u burnin
while I'm pullin ya lyrikal whackness out like a mental surgeon
I'm allergic to rappers claimin they verses are all perfect
so I make the devil worship the shit that I do on purpose
I'ma walkin circus cuz I'ma clown you then pound you
I take ya squad hostage and start cuttin out tonsils
I hope you ready for round 2 cuz round 1 is finished
so I take ya life in fronta ya eyes and leave ya mind spinnin
I'ma live image of satan when I'm spittin these wicked lyrics
but I'm pretty sure the lord will forgive me for being vicious
I'm aimin at cha with more arm and hammer than bakin soda
ya life is over meanin I knock ya head off ya fuckin shoulders
that's when I'm sober so just imagin this when I'm benched
flowz like water from a jet ski leavin enemies drenched
it's a war again, cuz yo I'm off the hook like I just hung up
the phone I know u dumb fucks, wishin now u had some luck
cuz u gonna need it to touch us I'll bum rush with bandages
body becomes lavinder, so I'm smashin all challengers