(Mm, yes, this shit needs to be raw as fuck, bro!)

(Verse 1)

Head turner, up in the building, strong strutting

Put the bitches up on the fucking back burners

It’s BDE for this POC on the wav. export to mp3

Nothing quite as sonically sickening as me, baby

It’s all me, from the front to the back, last track to first contact

It has to be, I’m solo, like peggy up on the veteran

Equally as ruthless, and I don’t know it’s a preference

Beat the fucking beat till it’s black and blue and it’s stuttering

Send it the moon, leveling out Selene

I’m a catastrophic boon, also rеconstructing the scene

A vilе fucking prisoner, scott free of the visitors cause it’s only fucking care is being a music predator

Alienate the comp, I’m hurting all morale like a motherfucking goomba stomp

Im kitchen knives, and expertly well honed, preventing all the slippage when I’m attacking on the bone

I’m the fiercest fucking feeling, the monster up in your stomach when you writing and you spitting and you violent and you fucking love it

Im atomic, sprinting up on the trails of fucking comets, half titian, bitch, half manhattan project

Electrified passion, and lashing out on the masses, no consideration for criticism or bashes

Zero fucking fear, zilch for future failures/

It’s all about the lines, the next song, and the rhymes

The next fucking body, six feet under with lye

Eddie Hyde in the flesh, bitch bars amongst bars, illen on levels from Pox to fucking SARs, King Scar

I’m the money-hungry industry puppet, a fucking symbol, a product, the fresh art ripped from the fucking artist

Left themselves unheeded, defeated, I got to writing off they fucking rights, but the

Fuckers can’t read it

I’m the from the pits of the darkest place, the blackest night, the turning in your mind when your dreams ain’t acting right

They take control, and devour every heart, every mind, every fucking passing pair of ears and eyes in sight bitch