I wear metal linked chest plates,
and every though I think, sends hate, and it frusterates, in an enclave
guarded an Angel locksmith, body toxins
poisonous oxygen, that it's locked in...
where I'm boxed in, visuals, of nothing, just blank space
and I can't take, you for offering a ritual
to backspace, or erase, everything I've gone through
On two, not three is when I really bomb you
particles of article, clothing, holding a part of you
together like turnakits, You a burden bitch, PARDON YOU
I'mma murder it, purposely, written verses in curvise
bursting your permanent, motherfucker break your fuckin' heart it two
You could see me stalking you, walking through the park
with a devil on a leesh, Dante level's just the start
My inferno is a piece of art, darkness in the weakened heart,
sparking in to breach a part of people just to teach it, WALK
Do you see me speaking DOG, Get the FUCK outta here....
Get the fuck outta here.