Every damn line that I drop’s a ballistic bloodbath blast, fully loaded, You stink, can’t rap, and shitty, I’m volcanic fury exploded, Serve agony raw on a platter carved with Jack The Ripper’s cold scalpel, Ripping through your rib cage with Jeffrey Dahmer’s appetite, colossal, Quit frontin’, no backbone, just a puppet with a fist up it’s ass, You soft like a maxi pad, another bitch on the rag, Movin’ like a lunatic, parkour through your darkest nightmares, Curses in my verses makin’ fallen angels take flight in fear, I’m apocalypse incarnate, the reaper’s scared, I own the abyss, Commanding every airwave, scratchin’ every sucker off my hit list, Grinding bones of not worthy, I’m the beast unleashed, no mercy, Haters fold like blackjack, I’m the plague up in your bitch’s ass crack, Committin’ crimes, just to kill time, at night I’ll enter your dreams, Rippin’ you to smithereens, pain I bring like a fiend, I’m merciless like Ming Top tier like a shattered mirror reflecting your hollow lies, No masks, no fronts, just raw chaos in my eyes, Pinhead when I spit, leave you ripped, limb to limb, each victim’s never the same. Who wanna fight? I’m that Cenobite, I reign in pain when I summon the chains. Steel toed boots rammed into your chest bloodbath explosion, Try testing my mental? I’ll shatter your frontal lobe like ancient porcelain erosion, I’m evolution’s nightmare, crashing a smart car through brick walls, Still standing unshaken while your whole weak-ass crew shits draws, I’m madness incarnate, you’re a limp joke in this zone, Grow balls or crawl back into your mother’s, lonely hole, Laugh loud at your cast meat puppets skewered on strings, An evil being with a mind like Stephan King, I can be anything, shapeshift like John Carpenter’s The Thing Swing hard like a bat, but your hits just a pitiful flinch, I slice through your ego till you’re a little miserable bitch, My songs are designed to irritate y’all like glass shards embedded in your palm, Destroying your ass like a shit bomb blast on a bathroom stall wall, In sleep I murder the weak, call me a lyrical Ted Bundy, Stop Buggin’ me! I’ll split you from the crotch up with an ugly grundy undy. My gifted lyrics’s disperses your spirit, a loaded weapon of mass destruction, Every line’s an explosion, ripping tracks in half with deconstruction, Try to serve me but unworthy, have you tied up with jumper cables, You gettin’ taxidermied, stuffed and mounted over the table like a hunter that’s unstable, Too sick for the charts, I’m off every radar known, Fucked your bitch hard, left her bleeding, chilled to the bone, Treated her like a shopping cart, pushed her past the checkout line, Loaded her up then dumped her, left her solo to decline. I’m the storm that’s brewing dark, an unholy biblical curse, Words drip like acid, every word gets worse, Crushing skulls with my vocals, cracking bones with my verse, Raw, ruthless, and twisted a horror show non-rehearsed, My mouth’s a slaughterhouse, spilling guts and gore, Using corpses as my decor, blood soaking the floor, Your soul’s a pale shadow, mine’s a Nephilim roar, I’m the nightmare you dread, and still you beg for more, Face down in the gutter, crawling through the muck, I spit fire, burn tracks till they turn into dust, No savior, no angel, just chaos and rage, I’m the last one standing when the world starts to decay. I break necks with my rhymes, snapping spines on the mic, Each bar a guillotine, decapitating your hype, I’m the sickest son of Abaddon’s spawn you’ll ever meet, Twisting fate and reality beneath my feet, Every word a weapon, loaded, cocked, and ready, My flow’s so deadly, keep your hands steady, I bring hellfire, brimstone, and thunderous wrath, Lighting up your dark world with a fuckin’ bloodbath, No mercy, no pity, no chance to survive, I’m the end of the line, the reason your soul won’t arrive.
