Perspective - The Human Torch
I'm equipped with firearms like The Human Torch
Rip up your entire arms, use my flamethrower and you're a human torch
Beat you up like Scott Storch, mouth is deadly like I chew on corpse
Heat you up 'til your skin scorch, slice through your crew with force
You want more? I got one present for you on Christmas season
A shotgun... Now this must be the reason -
why your hands shake like you're hit with seizures
I cut you apart bit by bit equipped with scissors
You're catholic? I crucify you and take a shit on Jesus
Flip diseases, go against me and get ripped in pieces