I'm an anomaly, coldest artist upon the scene
Sobriety in quantities hard to obtain honestly
Part of me is saying to cause infarctions to all these fiends
Blocking their esophagus watching as they can hardly breath
Locking lips with the lightest bitch in the south
Cyanide in my saliva moccasins holding the eyes i found
Lighter fluid drowning this housewife in the astral plane
So when i grabbed apache the lights were out, catch in flames
Heart collecting the envy inside the oxygen
Plotting the major death of the rap com in proximity
Switchblades in the city, we spilling iron admittedly
My only problem is that i love it when all these bitches bleed
Gore fetish, my weapon holding that thought for me
There is no animosity til you stepping upon the scene
You oughta jump the block 'fore your future daughter is lost at sea
I hope you got the balls to walk to me and talk this
Please, i never wanted to conversate with your partner
Cause im more the type to pull out katanas to where your auntie stay
Crashing all the parties with molotovs in a carton
Stay back unless you wanted results of slaughtering on your face
Portal warping to ayazra's set location
Intending to pull some gay shit, enemy joins the fray with us
Taking razor blades and scraping it on the table
To wake up in the corner with cocaine and angel dust