Verse 1:

Orin's back

From Virginia to end this famine

By putting rappers up like hens in gatherins

There’s no comprehendin what's about to happen

Once my mouth starts spazzin

Like a Kaiju in combat

Fight you drop that

Lighter fluid on the track

A novelty cuz I rap

And got an Irish dialect

But I'm on a level you could never try and get to

Nerf you like an overpowered game character

It’s a shame your tracks hurt

Ears cuz that passion you feel will do

And make people believe in your doo doo

Is wash rinse repeatable

Got no time for training I eat skills

My cerebral tightens when I hear you spit

I don't scare easy but I fear that shit

Fear my brain cells

Kurt cobainin themselves

For this track I had to put a mask on

Become a ruler dash pawns

Shout out to the best emcee with no chain you ever heard

Lyrical swordsman designed to sever words

I'm never deterred from the current rap climate

I murder tracks and rhyme sick

And easily better than 5/6th

Of the acts put out nowadays

Looking like an arts and crafts mishap

Look at that freshman group and think what is that?

There's no simple way they're ever gonna make my wig splat

When I'm all hungry and eat em' up like a big Mac

Yes I need food to calm the appetite

The shit I palm and write

Is like a nuclear active site

Vlad Putin when I snatch the mic

And ride a bear into battle

Rappers I swear nowadays just babble

All about the mumble vocals and drugged up cadence

Thank god I'm back cuz who else is gonna save this

Who else is gonna sober up the game

Yet overdose from dopeness of all the beats that he’s slain?

Yes that’s me

Too fuckin wretched and nasty

Swamp thing combined with the creature from the black lagoon

Eat your favorite rapper consume

Any track he spit that whack shit ova

And spit like a batshit cobra

Run you over with Grievous' wheel bike

I’m lovin this shit and this beat feels right

Electric shock ye like you the eel type

I don't believe the hype a public enemy

No mortal that can fuck with this entity

Nothing can beat the cosmos controller

I floss flows and smolder

Any composer of rhyme schemes

I'm dyin to clean the scene like a detergent

The wrong type of beast that you wanna go verses with

Verse 2:

Catastrophic

As meteors and comets

Smashin hospitals once this rapper knocks

Dish punishment so terrible its like you Switched genders

Or anime theme songs end your

Strange ways quicker than flash in a paralympic race

My rhymes got manic sickly traits

While your a passive bitchy face

Whose birdshit

Get murdered quick

Like Kenobi's demise

Soviet surprise attack

Or Vader once I arrive on the track

Deliver rhymes like Peter Parker with pizza

Then eat your heart and feed ye

The remains of your folks

And let’s keep it plain simple I hope

The pain I dose

Will be more than fatal when I roast

But I think that's enough

As I Take a break from leaving rappers vitals gone

When the earth's turned into Cybertron