Ok, the champ, alive again lounging, on the grind. This time Nonchalant, continual work, considered quick repeatedly, let off the rocks Nominal status, a fake contraption And who’s stuck, to the surroundings Hype from the practice, I’m astounding Fakers copying, get out of my town kid Take the pass, like in full kit Projectile ripping, thru your plate Like 223, thru iron strike face. Common, as a regular thing. Out to desecrate not fucking a damn bit Celibate, gets down to breath as I begin, to levitate A recluse date, once too many haters got to aiming, scopes at cranium Like got to keep, innocent thought as basic. All inclusive, winner from not shooting A Useless sinner, winning off what karmas rewarding.