(Teras)
This is an overdose
Comatose rap
Flow exact
Holding sacks
Ready for attack
Steady on the track
It gets bloody in the winter
Blistering cold
You kill for survival until you're old
Then you thrive off of the coal that you had set when you were younger
But what's it like to rap with no numbers
Killing, gutting, eating rappers like a hunter
Keep a hundred in my heart
Keep a hundred mason jars
For the teeth that i knocked out
From all our lethal bars
Seep in ours
Get freaking scarred
The creep and all seeing eye
I'll make your breathing stop
You break on the spot
I'm breaking the laws
I'm taking your heart
Throw it at the wall
Hop in the car
Then i'm speeding off
Dropping you off
Lost in the fog
And tossed to the dogs
Rap coroner
This is grime rap from warriors
The long haired freak in the corridor
Sitting in the corner
Talking to himself he just won't say what's up
He sewed his mouth shut and he won't open up