bitch I am a fire lord, be for warned with for swords, I'm on tour with engorged horns, yup reborn Phoenix if a fiery storm surrounded by swarms, of devilish thorns, until the malevolence torn, and the pestiliance gone, reverbs from a previous song, sweet but the stivias gone somebody's wrong, mixed up mirror maxed, switched up but i fear a trap, maybe a tear for rap, if I break bars to snap, convictions stake laws and crack, rappers backs till the surface breaks and I erase mistakes, like covering up a murder case, I'm wacked like a converted race, with a diverted face, smothered in mace, seeping outta my bass until its infecting the place, like a bomber with trajection from outer space, a bitch rejecting without the haste, now I'm inspecting with my mouth to taste that's a douse of fate, inside of my house of late, a mouse for a cat to decapitate, ordered by the mouth of the magistrate, these are the facts incase, you vanish without a trace, famished from the mace coming out of my bass, banished evidence encased the murder case with an a urn a vase, guess you should a learned to wait