I been around, I been the sickest since I grabbed the mic
Taking flight when it's bar for bar, I've never lost a fight
Take it slowly all over ya closterphobic flows
Evil came in many forms of lyrics when the demon rose
Keep the windows closed, I'll replicate the night stalker
Kill you in your sleep, my only interests in your daughter
I'm here to stay so prey that me and you ain't crossing paths
If we do I'm killing you until then bitch I can't relax
I'm fully focused these jokers can't fuck with Bruce Wayne
Acting like there kings but I'm the prince like Purple Rain
Bitter lemonade microphone renegade
Bashing in your skull until the bone areas fully caved
Sick like bundy with a rope, so don't push it
I'm a tie you to a chair before I vice your hand and crush it
Fuck around and get done, fuck where you come from
Guilty Orphans bang your mom until she full of cum
This is how we do it on the West Mids
Got involved with Baggabones and now we're all over the grid
With sick flows microphones we rip those wearing sick clothes
Kicking haters out of 100 story windows
Leave a mess up in the street
Drop the motherfucking mic we can't be beat, it's time to eat
Milkaveli in my belly, fuck with this wack spitter
Twist your head like tagletelli, all your music trash like litter
I'm the truth, fucked over your crew
And all your views went poof
I'm banging out the real shit gutter grimey underground
Thundercloud music, motherfucker, I am back in town
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