when my slugs strip
they put rib vents in puff's kid
run back to that ho kim
get tips on how to raise your profile
without chokin on the tip
when i'm focused on the pen
foes fold up in my grip
u just a boy,
can't hold your own against the men
old testament conflict
the bones depicts the script
lone soldier in the midst
empty holster, my flow's equipped
what, you big ben's promotion?
stop holdin on his dick
soul controller, cobra spit
cutta's colder, don't approach me kid...
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...