Verse 1

This that straight from hell, sounds of the damned
And like a store on black friday, the stu rammed
Got 50 shooters that'll divide you for being a hater
Cause we always over you, you common denominator
Being rocking out too much, headbanged to neck issues
Had so many bars that i can't just misuse
So i'm gonna write a song of bars for all the fans
Also to berate haters, shorten their lifespans
The tape you bout to listen is kind of a mixed bag
But i am a wrestling stan and a dumb fag
So sorry for the wait, bout to give you heavy heat
And my best work that i hope yall think is neat
But anyway, lets bring the 4th wall back
So you can hear Sora Stryder on a kickass track

Interlude

Gimme a second
Making sure this shit bout to go nuts
Uh huh
Alright, another round

Verse 2
I dont fear anybody, tell em Knuck If You Buck
I'm a trans killa so i always got 2 things to tuck
Heard your last single and that shit straight suck
Everything was ass, down to the very pluck
Every lyric was ass and your flow was toilet water
You would be an abortion if you were to be my fucking daughter
Rappers dont wanna be me but i do not give 2 damns
I'm too busy in scotland, eating fucking clams
Next to my father, drunk out of his medulla
It was hot outside, my black heart made me cooler
Gained a bit of weight up there, i dont care so hush
And even if i did care, just means i can crush
Those in the game too small to make a difference
I keep on coming back cause i got that persistence
The will to win and the spirit to live on
Like any gangster thats ever been the don
The trans Logic, hate me but respect the fucking bars
Or otherwise i'll put your soul next to the stars
It's my summer and yall can feel the heatwave
Stand up to a bitch with hate if you brave

Interlude

Alright one more tiny bit, for the culture
Ha, i dont matter that much in the culture
Blah! Lets go
Verse 3

I'm Larfleeze with a mic, its mine once its in my grip
Your shit so weak i could crack it with my finger tip
You blew your chance blud, you is not a crip
I'm a fucking asshole, empty out the clip
The gun jammed after the fact so i throw it in the trash dispatch
Jump into action real quick like a Styles match
Then i put a bullet in em if we brawl like Omega did
Have a slim chance of winning but im not Em's kid
I play stupid games to win the stupid prizes
Team up with Shane Douglas, now theres 2 Franchises
One in wrestling and one in the rap game
Black out my hair so i can have the goth fame
If you dont like this then speak up, give your opinion
Otherwise you stupid as fuck and you give me full dominion
But i finish the track the way we begun
Like a fucking convict that is on the run
Cause even her breaths are sounds of the damned
The cops send her to hell when her head got slammed
Welcome back to Hell, we'll whip you into Sinner shape
We hate Sora Stryder, welcome to the mixtape