Vile Sins

[Verse 1]
I'm a rebel warrior, fighter, banana clips, my lighter
My cigarettes, my sniper, my venomous flow striker
Disfigure ya face, disintegrate you old biters
Ya ligaments shivering, bittering soul violence
Surprising, enticing, blood shall come alive
You won't escape your trials when all has been defined
My bars the sickest rhymes, I constant commit crimes
And let you know that I don't give a fuck about ya dimes
I blast the forty-five at ya suckas wanna die
So where you wanna hide? Are you in a denial?
You barely even rhyme like you care about my lines
So fuck a shoutout, I won't give you any price
You won't make it ever with a manufactured script
You're damaged down to shit cuz your answers lackin' grit
And speaking 'bout the shit I fucked the baddest fattest bitch
Infront yo face to give me somewhat satisfaction quick
I've massacred ya click to tiny bits like falling bricks
And rest assure I'll never quit the rhyme by calling you sick
Or calling in sick, to get a break from the rap shit
I ain't steppin' down for hate, I just let the gat spit
The gat clips upgraded, handgun, custom made it
Careful who you trust cuz they might be bluffin' later
My extreme process of rappin' is bustin' with lasers
And vaporize ya mind with uncontrollable dangers
Unfolding my haters for motivating sins of mine
Sins of vile disgustable doings but still kill for rights
I'm the fire that be flowing Hell's pits of pure despise
The hour of psychosis blends with fame of certain lies
Burning lives worth a price for this economic non-phenomenon
Impossible, unstoppable comet of one
I'll change your style from too sick to basic pure plain shit
A lame bitch, ain't shit when I bust they brains split
I reign sickness, disease, and inner fucking death
The winner's luck of next, controversial type of breath
Has been set on the battlefield to dominate the pest
Intoxicate the rest survivors in this place of mess
I possess black magic, a crack addict hazard
Of airborne pesticide to nuke you while you standing
And wake up every night of re-living the scenes
Of your beliefs obsolete to the point you cannot speak
Not complete, no relief, cuz you utterly weak
And that shit is true cuz ya fuckery's breached
We burned ya white flags as you ducking to see
My boots shined up 'for they kicking ya teeth
I take a shit on police and torture dead presidents
Before you even can get up on the next level and...
Hellish sent, selfish intelligent malevolence
Of mutilated specialties of secret recipes
It'll be the death of me you muthafuckas rest in peace
Next to be another 2Pac when you burn like kerosene
Bright agony of casualties slaughtered for the pleasure
Eyes explode by the light when you reaching the pressure
I'll test ya, take it for a spin, a free ride
Beat you 5 times in a row then commit a homicide
On the rise, Imma shine on one beautiful day
Ruthless telepathic conceptional music in space
It's useless to say that I might never find the way
Cuz I'm brutally honest when I'll kill you where you stay
I've neglected my pain, suppressed like my pistol
Perfected to gain, no stress when I'm launching the missiles
Targeting precision, ain't bullshittin'
I only react to inject you when I'm full clippin'