split you weaklings like tissue paper with beastlings//
diss you haters with my teasing, sqeezing ya mid-region//
oven-baked zombies, im like the death warmed up//
mc's act like gods creation, cus 7 days was a bluff//
im water, you paper cups are waiting to get stuffed//
take a sample of blood, zoom in by 1000 to one//
you'll soon find that theres me in everyone of us//
evaporate ya posture, condense ya structure into cumulus//
shower rainstorms, and walk over you muddled puddles//
leave you puzzled like van goths paintings being juggled//
my torture techniques is enough to leave eudene locked in speech//
multiple color rays ricochet like bullet creeds//
make way, for the avalanche rage at OAP pace//


short keystyle, im bored lol hitup