Faster Bars

The High Priest is back rapping on the mic,

He's backing the hype with another strike,

Cracking your blood type and blocking your vein pipes,

Smacking you from sight with a shocking contained swipe.

So back down bitch you can never succeed,

You pack a nervous twitch whenever you battling me,

Crap in the flow, a glitch that needs to be severed indeed,

Babbling slow, I flip the switch you're forever below the Priest.

These lines of mine are a miracle,

These lines of mine are the pinnacle,

A felony of rhymes - they're criminal,

So legendary you can call it mythical.

I came all the way from over the waters,

Searching for other MC’s to torture,

Wandering door to door to,

Get you drawn-and-quartered,

Welcome to the house of slaughter.

So gimme the mic and let me recite these sickening rhymes,

Quicker than light, you're witnessing might, a riveting sight.

I'm ripping it, kicking it, I am the sickest, I am a wicked delight.

Sick of the bitches that mimicking, bickering, you can't even put up a fight.