Muerte

A to the eye of the storm

Rappers just battle me for the glory

It gets gory

They shitty like suppositories, that's the end of the story

Bury his body in Missouri

Banish the apparatus of Gladys to crematories

My territory, perimeter of pergatory

Stingy in winches of vicious, malicious inflictions upon your click

Circulatory

Causing head spasms

Rip through your motherfucking temple like Phantasm

Hologram has 'em and walks through the holy arches

Left you in the forest with your carcass in the harness

Death is upon us

We slam like Adrian Adonis

Swarm onto pure blood like malicious pirahnas

Islamic farmers, no contender is parallel

When I'm on paper, devestate 'em like 7L

So where I dwell, without question rattles the league

Left you in a vessel with severe battle fatigue

Before you leave I insist you listen to more raps

Before I saw cats, making weapons out of your thorax

I inhale toxins

Drunk off blood from dead cops and

The watchman, that kill us in this maze we locked in

Side corba clutch, only truth can sober us

Wild 'cause we know there's no Jehovah watching over us

Only 10 percent that's controlling us

Try to take our souls from us, while the state patrolling us

Caged in we break barriers, change to new areas

Dodgin' the pits and chariots out to bury us

Jus Allah don't make threats

Leave your fuckin' necks clipped

Had you speakin' the manual alphabet

Seeing' me is death not repeated or done twice

I laugh as I cast the first stones at Christ

Joint in ace bands, you move to Graceland and Satan

Mics spray then, bury flesh in wasteland

Infect you

Inject you with the gunpowder pegs

Indent your forehead with hot lead

Whether in the abode of the dead

Or resting in the Zions

A lost day chasing the doe, like wild lions

Unchained tearin' your flesh we unfed

Flyin' through, like birds we takin' your daily bread