[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

can you handle the mics this ain't hot potato flaw flow burn through ya jackets pick slip packets match wits with a beast from the depths of the east/
roast e'm burnt crisp silent slayer game raider battle fader
sloth layer card counter proxy rhymer fragment gambler/
read cha manuvuers like hammer dancing in sequence pants
you ain't damaging the manger of darts making my marks easily destroyed by the targets composed in flows frozen up by lakes makde awaken when you in frying pan sizzling like bacon trying not to break when you already have/