It’s so dramatic, yes! The most fanatic vet
Those I battle suffer from post-traumatic stress
Automatic-direst teach the 7 levels of the rawness
Then bury them so deep they meet up on a plesiosaurus
My speech is enormous; it reaches the chorus
At a speed unachieved by a meteor falling
With the features of Argus! Please leave in a coffin!
I’m a savage phenomenon, unraveling homonymn
Traveling ominously to ravage and bomb you all
I lavish in saunas long as I ravish your mom and aunt
My dick is up all night like it’s having insomnia
It’s ridiculous alright, I haven’t had a condom on
So I’m face-fucking them till I disfigure their jaw-lines
A meticulous war-type, spitting to scorch mics
Turn the stage that I’m on into a bombsite
My scriptures are raw, right? Wicked but godlike
I write till my wrist has stiffened from lost life
Then breaks the fuck off like it was stricken with frostbite
My text is fatal... check the labels of the headless angels
I’m known to drop the best emcees like record labels
Step to blaze with weapons waving. Yes! I’m hateful
When I hover over tracks like magnetic trains do
Who do you expect to save you? God, the devil, the hardest rebel
All of the above and all who your squadron revel?
None can fuck with me! My thoughts are dreadful
And if I fall off I’ll just land on your level!