[Verse 1: Takeer]

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[Verse 2: Amorphou6]

Don’t utter a word break your mandible

You trying to run it ain't practical

As i grew old i got radical

Breaking up outta the manacles

You isn’t more than a bitch, please

Blood drip through the space in my teeth

The roots of the earth will consume you

Wrap round your throat, you cannot breath

I, can’t enter my mind, im always on the hunt to find some time

You, your teeth start to grind, my mental leaking out its unconfined