leaving shit d railed out service,warriors to clowns u belong in the circus, scared to death and I haven't even scratched the surface, close the curtain.mask 19 ain't working, lyrically perfect, in the booth lurking. on sniper status, razor tounge spitting like automattic, causes static, suppressed my dope habit, any which way I gotta have it.idenity to theft my name is the lone savage.,paid my dues made my right of passage.