schools in session sit down, close your mouth while I unpack my tools of this profession I move with aggression peep the flow freakshow7 afterward, change your name to weak flow digression you're moving backwards and I progress you just hack words at your best while I'm spectacularly blessed I answer to no one's behest if you haven't guessed yet, it's time for your lyrical death I'm a miracle chef the way I be heating up irresistible bars the way you eat it up I beat it up like chicken eggs legs and drumstick gripping on the mic when I spray my inner me says yo you need to cease can't you see freak show 7 is already deceased? but I can't stop with this onslaught of bomb drops until you cry uncle and admit that you're not hotz a you got got by dubble A with no luck involved. it's a buck shot when I spray man I'll chuck a revolver problem solver with an evolved brain after I rain, you'll have to get hauled off stage I break chains, I'm in a rage I shoot flames for days I take 2 lanes on the highway it's a clasdic battle of light and dark, right and wrong, good and evil, and for you it will be lethal. weapons, used at my discretion . a succession of of rapid percussions is what my quest is the question is, can you survive or is it all over, no chance to be revived?