Shouts to the groupies I be runnin the factions cap the flow from Mars that turned the Bruno into ashes hear the seventh trumpet I keep the glock on the Fendi, when they tickity-tac da 9 to da brain like the world is ending smokin on these lines droppin these bars that were lined with coke bitches on this dick then I tell them not to fuckin choke hangin on the mantle candles lit for you to see that you gon need a priest unleash the fucking darker side of me Give me all the cake and all the drugs they put the nun on Exercise my demons like the sentence that I run on Can they run where can they flee as far as they can see but see that you can never hide from visions far beyond the sea stop and see there's no stopping me drag you to the sea got the pastor shaking let the demons stay no vacancy drag you off the audamen chopper to yo topper then I call 'em in put you in a casket let them carve it in sign of the ops sign of the cross blacken the top across the gloss sharpen the teeth and then I floss slingin the 9 effects the cost give you the drop no latency pause and It's a wrap like Santa Claus and scratch the surface with lion claws the pussy taste like applesause Grab the kitchen knife, Michael Myers where you runnin to? Chopping off the block stop on your block and I'm findin you Harvesting your mind as I'm speaking out of mine crossing lines drawn up to be erased from existence Breaking the neck of the next player that be fixin to flex on top of buildings oxidize him from a rooftop that ain't got no ceiling Thriving in an era I'm done starting from the bottom and now they here to hear a fucking sound that can't be forgotten smiling from ear to ear Cheshire better heed me with caution but now they hear and fear the blasting sound of a shotgun I'm Playing dead like a possum these flowers bloom as they blossom over dead bodies of the rappers that I've killed from my stardom I killed it. Sonnet #1 Thank you.