being insane in the brain drives the locomotion for the lyrical train
optical gain refrains my mind from the critical aim
rhyming over mystical games, causes the release of my demons like Ouiji
destruction is freaky, corruption will see me, eruption of six 3's
causes 666 to be free as it infects my innocent mind
blazing behind is a trail of fire that continues my demon sent grind
bending some spines like folding books, my holdings took
people's souls until those hearts they showed me shook
flowed these hooks because I can't write damn choruses
bam, my flow stay bright like these damn solstices
whose soul is this, I'm about to suck the life outta it
when I spout and spit you better never doubt my shit
that's doubt isn't it? you don't believe my imperial
I spit rhymes that blind even God's eye material
why I'm serial? because the killer in me massacre's MC's
you have no more future, so only in the past occurred your sleeze.