Out cha flesh, undress taken outta taxes on them asses
Shake e’m glasses we toasting to the closest
I roast e’m in gravy it’s all tasty, savory
You think this is an illusion about a chicken
I beckon to differ with these garbage rappers
Get wrapped up in wraps made at subway
Delay get fish fillet, or get deep fried behind the bar
I’m behind bars, totally scaring e’m like a horror flick
I don’t need to drive, I walk fast think not
Ask Michael Myers, ask Jason Voorhees, ask Norman Bates
This is how clone conquer go bonkers banger mind mangled
Damaged goods when I vacate,
I mass exodus like the lost tribes from Egypt and Israel
I’m five percentage of what cha think is truth
When I enter the booth, I empty clips of the truth
Proven loosely based on what phased you
Anger be how I fixate on demons into tapes
Call me Sheepish when I devour it like a deep dish
Quest to diverse, bind curses mercy I’m always loco
So cold I don’t need to be in So Cal
I’m hotter than Hades’ flames
I’m colder than hellish caverns on Hoth
I’m nicer than toothpaste you use to clean ya grills with
I’m twisted topical after grammatical errors
I used tectonic plates to cause you terror
Whenever ya alone, you begin to worry forever
Even a little slip and fall you begin to remember….
You surviving out here, and only the strongest survive…