/// verse (me) \\\
splatter a verse, leave brains on the track like roadkill
studio thugs got fake bodies, they need band aids, still
clip empty? my pens a semi, reload syllables
dump rounds where the sounds so loud its killin' civilians
shark teeth in the ink, bite tracks, leave em hemorrhagin'
your flows a flatline, I defibrillate, still aint medicatin'
pistol whip a metaphor 'til the syntax start seizin'
step in my range? catch a hollow tip through your back meaning
talk slick? I split wigs, leave scalps hangin' from rafters
bloodsport lyrics, every syllables a bone fracture
grind on tracks, leave treadmarks where the beats pavement
your rhymes outdated, flip scripts like Iim sellin' bootleg vapes, kid
graffiti the game with tags so sharp they slash arteries
your crews a sinking ship, im the anchor they cant carry
spit venom where the pens fangs puncture through the page
leave critics in stitches, disstracks got em needin stitches
bar for bar, your starvin', im a course in carnage
chew through weak lines, leave jaws broken in the morgue
run up, get done up, funeral hymns in the rhythm
cremate flows, scatter ashes where the competition is
/// verse (joey-) \\\
blades in the verses, split wigs with the cursive
fuck a crown, im takin scalps with the service
talk slick, get your jaw clipped like a coupon
leave your block lookin like a sharks smile all troops in
spit flames, but im colder than a penguins tuxedo
turn your clique to loose leaf, shredded in the studio
your bars? Dog food bowl lickin pups chewin
am the stray that drags carcasses to dumpsters, no movin
yea wasp graffiti the game with blood splatter, abstract art,
they not lyrical, syllable cpr, flatline charts
step close, catch a toe tag mid diss track
your cliche a flat tire, im the jack lift cracks
choke on the alphabet, Z to A like reverse taxes
your punchlines slap softer than a nuns backhanded axes
im the ghost in the shell, no anime pure soul vacs
bury crews in verb coffins, six feet under metaphor tracks
you peasants kneel, kings crowns rustin in pawnshop glass
am the brick through the window, cash grab turned gas
call this verbal arsenic, one verse and the fuckin colon collapse
finales nigga this the prologue to your last chapters lapse
