I worship the sun, so I worship my seed
Cause in any single day it could be better then me
his letters are free, his words are intoxication
He's boxing nations, his glocks are blazin
I cut his throat and then I eat his soul
I'm speakin whole, a reapin' seepin coal
he's sleeping cold, eternal nocturnals
ground slippin, pounds rippin, the blocks burn toast
his skin melts in my palms, skeletal system
a victim of rippin and slittin pistons
body contusions, every slice cuts deeper
shadows lurkin, I'm the night of reapers
I've bashed him up, he's no longer here
Anonymous stays clear, droppin bombs in his sphere