Quatrains of Death

Check, my rhyme schematics go hard as Calculus Mathematics'

Wreck n shrine MC's arithmetics total by these loud bar rap-statics,

Shit make your cerebral cortex ejaculate blood veins, so wack-sanic,

Flow wet like Atlantic, Fantastic roars make you Fap-Fantic,

Our first clash was a period of Panics, but I'm puttin it in dead dust,

You can't beef with #Krust, cause I sauce MCs off with Bread #Crust,

Don't even think of cuttin me off, past niggas that assayed are #Crust,

We gonna come on yo block, create mad havoc in sped gusts,

I'm insanic' lyrically, feel the wraths of my quatrains of death,

you hussle rhymes physically like quarters for meth,

I'll Slaughter Ya Self, in a Motion Of Breath,

In a Killin', Thrillin' n' Feelin' of death,

My trap of lyrics n' rhythms trap n plat you in horrors in press,

My shits like methodology, fuckin with me, you'll need a Deep oath will,

My spits relates to theology n complex morphology, I got East Coast Skills,

I rap in predatorology, finally destroyin you in Leap Roast Kills,

You ain't shit, my raps excessive then your skills in Steep Boast Thrills,