I come to this rap thing packing Demonic tactics, bars full a sorrow even spelt backwards, I’m so sick of the fakers, actors You a accident should have u walking with hazards Complete disaster, send you off to greener pastures As the beat hits it invites the rapture Holy bejesus about time I rip u to pieces like at T-Rex or raptor Nearly beat you to death causing a lot more then just a couple a fractures Fucking fantastic chugging a bucket a lacquer My buddy says it’s fucks u up quite a bit Or was it, it’ll fuck my life up and I won’t be able to have kids I’m running out of patience Peoples playing a lil he will he won’t About start up a cult like the masons Here, fill these basins with all your donations But we in Manchester so you know what happens is the base heads moved in who knew shit bag would have become a vocation Teacher said they wouldn’t amount to shit Little did she know that’s exactly where they fit But that’s jus bitch shit like a dude that sits when he just has to piss What you think that was rude? Suck a dick Sick of your attitude who u think u fuckin wit Don’t want to get me in a badder mood Known to cause more then a wound Decapitate you with my fuckin soup spoon In a room full of fully armed goons Whenever you rap crowd agrees you spoke too soon still just sucking on my fumes Pop a couple loudes then I’m out Luna