[Verse 1: X]
Morning came, please excuse this murder scene
Everything been quarantined, you know who they was torturing
Organized, corporately, please address me cordially
My witches doing sorcery, then stitch you up accordingly
The coroner in my corner too, who need a lawyer?
We ever go to war

It's X, real like the skill

That's why they support the kid, I'm charging alimony

A scary sight, this is paradise
Rappers hit me every night
Im just out here keeping things a thousand, thats a terabyte