Im Anti-Virus Pro-Pain modern original flow play
magic and mystical ,show vain, habits and get at your forts gates
break it down not a wince at all ,take a crown make a pound, i invinciball
prince of yall, little woes and brittle foes, cause to me a palace is a studio
claim of integrity, integrate calamity, with the insanity, to handle beats
like its a jog or walk "cough" and talk, i can cause i can "drop"
fog or dark ,i lighten the enlightened, spike a fucking mic, with lyrical vicodin
spearing him right again, until the night is thin ,i get baked put the spices in,
my likeliness, of writing shit, psyche wits ,will tear apart, fearless hearts
and thats not the weirdest part see peering charts is what makes me king
shooting random shots ,no safety thing, or whatever you call it
no falling for nonsense, so upon the sconces, i see the dark life, i live apart with
smoke trees bark-less, bitch im barker in a black parker im always " write"
live for the black marker permanent starker word partner never misses but slurs often.