This is a song about "Ripping the heart of satan"

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

I spit fiery truth like the lakes of satan, and maybe by a,

Can't handle the splice of satan and i, the stage is my paradise

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Dark hearts mixed in with the good of heart

Ripping you with the fork that im forging

The pigs fly away in the morning

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Born as a dragon with the heart of a snake

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

Cause of death self-inflicted gunshot to the heart

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

I'm ripping the limits of quickness when i'm spitting this slick shit