[Verse 1: Orifice Vulgatron]

The rap matador we're crackin' jaws upon a sack of (?)

Back and forth sword tore smackin' with a batidor

We're ragged raw cause rap talk leave your jacket torn

Like your first born caught watching faggot porn

I'm rackin' more thoughts force [?] never propagate

Stopping late, jocks hate cops cause they're proper bait

Honest mate, never stop rockin' till I rot away

Locked in a box, God watching as my body fades

(Sunny days) See me elevate, never litigate

Bredders tend to hate but defecate because they're featherweight

See me separate, take cover from (?) (??)

See them run like vagabond

I speak words from long lost passages

Grind it with a passion, speaking language of a Vangelis

The dragon fist, vandal scratching panels with an amethyst

The challenge is whether you can handle where the action is

[Chorus]

It's the Beatflow Freakshow

Peeps know the steez

So we keep pros in the cold

Feel it, goes the deal bro

The steel toe sentinel bredders are sent to kill

The death poll professional decimal test the skills

It's the Beatflow Freakshow

Peeps know the steez

So we keep pros in the cold

Feel it, goes the deal bro

The steel toe sentinel bredders are sent to kill

The death poll professional decimal test the skills

[Verse 2: Metropolis]

The hard margin, where man are knockin' raas clarting

Leave man knock cold like Sparkin' Martin

These man have dark flow, the dark soul, hard cold, heart of gold

Spark a (???) with his pastel (?)

I'm just another, yeah I'm upstart

The highly strung rhymey tongued one with the blunt spark you race

Screw-face the shoelace strangler, microphone mangler, (?) manhandler

From the LON, home of the not so mellow men

Fellowship of snake hearts and devil den

Rebel pen regimen stay sharpin' in the city settlements

Trespassing, scaling your metal fence

My mind strikes, cutting sharper than a cypher

I write by night, painting pictures in your twilight

The hi-fi blower, the aye-aye pro smoker, the chro broker

The sound killer stone coacher

[Chorus]

It's the Beatflow Freakshow

Peeps know the steez

So we keep pros in the cold

Feel it, goes the deal bro

The steel toe sentinel bredders are sent to kill

The death poll professional decimal test the skills

It's the Beatflow Freakshow

Peeps know the steez

So we keep pros in the cold

Feel it, goes the deal bro

The steel toe sentinel bredders are sent to kill

The death poll professional decimal test the skills

[Verse: Orifice Vulgatron and Metropolis]

Yo, I can see up in your eyes you're not the person who you claim to be

Just some mock skin moccasin Cheshire grin snake to me

Yo, It's plain to see your scheming mind, beady eyes (?) we despise

And read between the lines, they chime with a destain for glee

And aim to be the ones to rock charts while these actors flock parts

Lookin' hard lost like upmarket (??)

Cops can't handle the fact we stack green up

What? Can't handle the fact we rack lean up?

We team up, leave the beat, bro, it's the clean cut

Hit the streets up fly post misdemeanours

The mic close flamethrower verb centre light roast

Beggar folk brewin' them skills, don't fake like most

Yo, the tightrope battle axe, acid rap

Iller killer iller billing filler rap

Spitting mister in it spill I skill them all

Livin' off my digi-scale dividends

Tell a likkle chiller, tell the killer whale fishermen

[Outro]

It's the Beatflow Freakshow

Peeps know the steez

So we keep pros in the cold

Feel it, goes the deal bro

The steel toe sentinel bredders are sent to kill

The death poll professional decimal test the skills