This is a song about "I m demonic sysco in a killer on th mic"

Serial killer, stuffing bodies in a bacterial pillar

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Ever since then i had no job

I bust on the mic nonstop

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

I ain't a killer but down push me/

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

I might light the mic in a violent rage

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

On the mic i fight till death i'm a sick fighter

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Leave my heart on stage when i hold a mic

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

I don't do the chasing hun, i'm a made killer

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for