click click click SLAM when the shit hits the fan
styles expand as I'm on the scan of battleplan gamble
50-50 hand with the roll the art to get raw

tough enough to sever leather
my enscrypted inflictions rips afflictions
y'all tempted by the inscentive to get symptoms

crooked plagues hooked by the shooken tags
my names a holla shot with holocaust all up your exhaust
just a fraction of the eclyptic ion

defyin a pyramidic pylon
silence sorted through innocense
worlds twirled and unfoiled spoilaz guilty

ya filthy,
dirty but only question if ya trustworthy
word to word, I'm bonded to bomb in the longrun
calm with the gun,
I got 44 calibre with the answer of the 9 milli on all ways to die
they say it's only six so take your picks
this death shits unreadily inevitable
so I'm steadily abombinable
heavily armed with traumas song to sort
the only difference of life until after it's cut short

unexpected ya get redirected until decapitated
you'll have it even if ya hate it, rearranged and re-instated
top graded and plated dismounted off the wall

keep ya head up or get found tryin to survive the fall

it's a bloody ball so stand tall and flood the industry with a band saw
it's what u know be what u live by
thats the flow thats my outro, and thats my sensI from the centa

peace