I [bad word] into a brickwall and burst the ship open
the brickwall exploding i'm smoking i can't stop choking myself and not cropping
at once had it open dope stop i'm still rollin' [bad word] my ship
we [bad word] now we [bad word] the [bad word] the weap' and we jump 
the first the first do is a lose of a ship 
so we try to use a [bad word] fix strip has a flesh abuse his [bad word] 
the [bad word] have beautifull [bad word] live slip that crispin' passed to the Skits
so we wake pass packing a clip i'm a passion a [bad word] starts starving your [bad word] 
i [bad word] hazrd this brick and i love like a pass arresting up kids
back in the business so bad it's ballistic can lims on your backward 
badly can strip

Kick punch - Reap style - Hurt [bad word] - Hit grab - [bad word] - Lims crack 
That's a [bad word] 
Reap [bad word] - Hit Crowd - Kick punch - Reap style - Cut Gods - Tints smack
That's a [bad word] 

Step into the gate and test my warrior mentality
no casualties - multiple fatality
bundle in myself multiple personality
if you in the way you just a mine intaggnitality
 [bad word] your natoinality collab' originality
no even morality your end is in surgeonty
killin' my specialty you're not special - see
it's rama in the city folks here we've got a reciepie
see if has an enemy will sload to your family
i never even heard if you my rights in humanity
plan move tactically do the job happily 
it's another tragedy they happ' them granually
for onr the quick death - jump off the balcony
my twisted fan is see, causes agony
it's killer in stick [bad word] naturally
 [bad word] and step off on their witness [bad word] #33;

Kick punch - Reap style - Hurt [bad word] - Hit grab - [bad word] - Lims crack 
That's a [bad word] 
Reap [bad word] - Hit Crowd - Kick punch - Reap style - Cut Gods - Tints smack
That's a [bad word] 

People squad heads with the metal skull i got close no ends - each finger is a tentacle
my weapon is the recon ball the way enemies splack there is a spectacle
with the rats i call as i tagg the ball guess i'm gonna win the tournament after all
i've overspite pit we stand on balls i sucker might slip and its astro fall
some call me ''hey, cannibal'' guess the jokes on you but it sure inpracticle
my warfare is tacticle i reach to your chest with the forse that grabs your soul
i stand on a master pole as you collaps to the floor like a ragdoll
my eyes melt your remains with the laser beam
as i look up at the sky in the edge i scream [bad word] #33;!