[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

I got flows that are whirlwind eye of a storm focused throwing darts
Swarming like locus shining light through A magnifying glass/
Burning your ass classic crash into limbo
You dumb gnome that couldn't even clone his own bone/
My flow is exo-skeleton trying tap out my darts
Will leave you broken and shocked from the way I rock/
Knocking out you blokes wit one stroke of the pen
End cha game wit the way it started oops I farted/
Don't try harken you can't spark allot of heat
Because I flame throw darts wit mics that go allot/


next weapon: voltron