[Holocaust]
Hazardous waste leaks out my brainstem, light up a dark room
Then mark goons with large wounds from knives and sharp spoons
It's harsh doom which starts soon, the gifted merchant
Fuck the apple, I tackled then bit the serpent
You get the curtains, controversial critical thinking
While the sound intensity bedazzles pitiful weaklings
Sinking deep into a trancelike state, battling illness
Manifest allergic reactions that'll be realness
So feel this, vitamin pack, battle-axe
Chop that ass into stack type rap that rattles tracks
Till they crack, back smack wack cats for touching mics
Ducking spikes in an ancient tеmple where nothing's bright
Fucking trifе Running Man bombs expert with networks
Spraying up your sweatshirt pressure until your flesh burst