[Produced by ____]

[Hook: Scratches x3]

Got through the struggle with those cataclysmic verses

I'm possessing the words to put my enemies in hearses

[Verse 1: gamemast15r]

Ten million ways to die, choose one

Bullets ricochet and hit from who’s gun?

Put your hands where my eyes can see or lose one

With the lines that hit harder than KUZGUN

I hit with the powers of Earth, Wind & Fire

You water your shit down, to become the shining star your desire

But when the .44 revolve like the earth around the sun

Then I'll strike down on your planet with the force up from my gun

I take your squad and steamroll it to a flat earth

And B.O.B.'s airplane will be the one to crash first

This ain't flat to fact, this is rap to rap

Whip out the Glock and cuffs if you wanna go back to back

Whip out the boxing gloves if you wanna go match to match

And bring out the cops and bugs if you wanna go rat to splat

But don't come to the pad thinking that you can last

Cause I'll make sure you fuckin' bleed and throw you right into the trash

[Verse 2: Almighty U-Sorcerer]

And then recycle your ass because we been the waste management

Erased savages, giving your ass some face damages

I'm God to y'all so praying to someone else is straight blasphemous

My aim's accurate, I was trained to slay accidents

MC's sweet like bitches when they get eyed on Tinder

But we be screaming at these niggas like Michael Richards

Career-ending, this worldwide warfare that I'm spearheading

Fear sending niggas off the edge and got their peers begging

That's that peer pressure, break your spine with a guitar pick

Spit bars SARS sick with narcostic bitches, gotta hard dick

Don't seem too alarmed like the fire drill was planned

You get split in half like a Belko businessman

This ain't no walk-in clinic, my verses only a minute wait

I don't drink no Minute Maid, rappers, I eliminate

My enemies in hearses, my energy emerging

I'm Rosemary's child, you'll hope her pregnancy reverses

[Hook]

[Verse 3: gamemast15r]

Who the fuck let the dogs out the cage?

We’re not the Baha men, we got jaws that’ll tear up your steak

Full of despair and hate, with the stare of an ape

To see the destruction of the universe, I’m the bearer of fates

I smear blood upon the ink with my passion in full

I crack earth like I cracked Galactus’s skull

I’m the glacier that smashed through the titanic hull

The same temperature as my soul while it dies in the cold

The thing from another world, crash from the sky

I assimilate these MC’s, get off your ass or you’ll die

The philosophy of horror from the mind of John Carpenter

The only author that’s truly prepared for the slaughter

How many fucking times do I have to throw out a verse

That’s so cataclysmic that you’ll fuckin' die in a burst

Of fire, a catastrophe that originates a curse

I can’t wait for it again, but for now, I’ll watch 'em repopulate the earth

[Verse 4: Almighty U-Sorcerer]

My catalog's cataclysmic, I destroy every forensic

I bring tremendous danger cause my recklessness relentless

A bit pretentious, my inventions will leave you headless

Or breathless, collectively the Scorpions are senseless

Decapitate a nigga, this ain't my imagination

The fascination of death always been my navigation

[Hook]

[Verse 5: gamemast15r & Almighty U-Sorcerer]

We slay rhymes to the base line

The way I destroy these beats make it look like a hate crime

Battered and bruised, no matter which way you will lose

Either way I’ll make each of your page look like Seuss

Hit you in the face with the deuce, you better pay all your dues

Respect the conglomerate, I know that you’re hating the truth

But truthfully, I don’t need to say much else

Here’s the almighty sorcerer, destroying you from hell

40 to his head like he heard the beat, his head bobbing

Pressured the electric waves on you like I pressed charges

Ignoring these niggas like my ex calling, let me get started

Three in his chest, Ben Wallace, onto the next coffin

Young nigga running shit like I'm in the head office

Checking pussies off my list like I just went shopping

Opened my voicemail to a hundred and nine death threats

Nigga dimed for a dime, and I been keeping the ten since