[Verse 1]

Gimme the hard-hitting drums

I’m about to pounce on it

Bounce on a crack of a snare

A wild cat mauling on a young set of stare

I bring justice to beats with a vengeance

Back in the eighth grade I knew I had a penchant

For the flair falsetto woo

For life of me, can’t imagine sitting back in the room

Stir it up behind your sternum

Make you wanna break a chair or something

Turn the lump in your throat to a pumpkin

Tired of the fluff I want sandpaper 100 grit

Give the most foul callous mouth a fit

Now or never, speak clear or keep your lips shut

Forever

The dirtiest skin, the most beautiful leather

[Chorus]

Aorta, aorta

Flow major artery

It's a part of me

You’re the target of my archery

[Verse 2]

Gimme the god forsaking ball on a 4th and goal

Punch it in through offensive lines

Facts no fantasy, 44 Rathman, a verbal harassment

A lyrical assassin, a has-been, but still is and will be

Meet your day of reckoning kind of tension

Pay the max possible fine type attention

Soul on liquid nitro, on detention till further notice

Deep down you know this

The thorn of suspicion had turned into a reason to

Believe

One listen is enough to get you fiend

Rich bastards got you tired of the green pastures

I'm out to hit the treacherous path till I'm captured

Never be captured

[Chorus]

Aorta, aorta

Flow major artery

It's a part of me

You’re the target of my archery