[Verse]:
‘Bout to flip, upside-down
The rap game and a crown
Better run from playground
Gonna burn this thing down
I'm not Pennywise clown, so no jokes
And no sound while I spin roundabout
Till you bitches blackout
Check my engine, runs on tension
Vrin-vrin, hide your kids, women and men
Attention the devil came from another dimension
Freed himself no more under detention
Keep an eye out for circumventions
Shady intentions and full of vengeance
Time shoot these critics like kids
America’s changing
One exception - Don't question why I am obsessed with aggression
It's not me being me, just my reflection
Became too real, an intervening potential
So gather around, pioneers and boy scouts
I’ll make your pain disappear in a sand spout with no doubt

[Chorus]:
One time for the perfect rhyme
Two times till we hit prime time
Three times till concrete jungle will bleed wines
Four times for the ones escaped Hellheim