This is a song about "Unltimate showdown"

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Don't you fall from grace

My words rupture your face

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

But that dream was reality, just another fatality, they gauge on popularity

That's when this battle begins

Without the sound of guns

In a fight i'm the #critical #hitter whoes #physically #bigger

I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister

And these shots are vital,take your final,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Self designated wicked critical closer

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her