i spit shit scriptic/
my whole style is devilishly depicted/
from the raise of the burners/
to the holes which they ripped with/
like some death metal shit/
i think im down with the sickness/
fully disturbed/
spittin semi automatic verbs/
nine millimeter words/
like kill you, grill you, and serve you like a steak/
so many false prophets/
how much can fade take?/
to partake in this game/
your style must elevate/
but right now im so high/
i think i might levitate....