Ill- Sunday bloody sunday (O.S.H)
My flow gets sicker and quicker i sip liquor and spit fire,
Smoke butty boys out the curve like firestone tires,Im one step higher!
Cus im raping angels stretch them virgins with latters,
Ill' the puppetmaster,Sits on a piano and wins a WM "Keystyle" battle,
A divine disaster,Spanking god with stilts til the ring-muscle shatters,
And choke blackholes with buttplugs until space cracks in a pattern,
il pierce players with steel dicks,Twist legs like sticks they do backflips,
Got mad tactics you see il fooseball admins & netcee adddicts,
Im always honest!,You "Could" reach to get your mind close to some Knowledge,
IF YOU POUND YOUR HEAD WITH AN ENCYCPLOPEDIA TIL YOU'R UNCONSCIOUS!
Skip your storytelling,Yall farmer boys are like Tom Welling,
Exept when yall try to fly yall splash in the concrete ceiling,
En söndagskväll.Inte det bästa men det får duga///Peace!