short freestyle

walking through the cross fire talking like they most higher life i strife post all the barking and liars

i'm manic to hire i'll turn you into addicts with syllable tactics in miserable atics so dier

melody fuel to my lighter a cruel felony sharp past the wire

on the margain to a goblin that bargain with myers

if the booth was a tooth im a fucking pair of pliers

their ducking as i brake through your spinal, blood oozing your loosing the final

im the captain scratching the vinyl

beast hatching feast when im wrapped in the primal

went to the vatican with a magic man and taliban

with words high like the birds i conquer the average man