My hardcore style scares children under 8

Let the thunder wait as I blunder threw the gate

I wonder if they hate? a rhetorical for that ass

Who knew he would have passed, I mean who did you ask

Can you see through the glass, and the lies in the past

That you relied on so fast, had me die in a flash

I'm alive and I blast on instrumentals

With the fundamentals

I'll run your pencils like dudes pop chains, plain fun and simple

The gun and pistol of the hip hop, George Carlin to rap

These whore bothering Maxx, they get floored, cocked and relaxed

I'm just a math equation to these maggots waiting

I could damage satan, with the hottest blown fucking imagination

Let these rhymes thrill you, so you can die slow

I'm a pyro with a sly flow and 5 toes

On each side bro, dont get it tied yo

Dudes is here, its the truest fear they probably glued they ears