Come to birth then emerge at the surface, clergy is nervous, cryogenically preserved are my verses,
passionate passes
The savage blast mashin' his glasses
b*stards are cash trash bags massive patches of cabbage
Vocally sickenin
I threatened him I hope that he listens, no he ain't missin he just hangin' from a rope in my kitchen
K is the ruler
For twenty seven days Imma school ya, phrases go through ya
Extremities I keep in a cooler
Many know how my loaded words semi blow,
vocals grow into twenty frozen flow embryos,
then they gently go, in ya ventricles, where they empty bowls, of intentional chemically loaded indigo..