Malevolent test of the relevance In descent

Of the testament of men

On the crescent head of Baphomet

Precise as the weapons edge with the force of a sledge

Effortlessly climbing the ledge where the end is pegged

With the rest of the dregs,

Deafening the heads of the lesser spent

Eloquence to the scent of bullet point sentiment

A moment of silence, less we forget them them

Those who tried and died tired trying to test my pen

Dart sharp as the tip of the quill with an ink spill

Pillage and plunder, cook with heat leaving feet cold like tundra

Folding you under, hold'em, texas rolled em and scold em

Acting hard like you've grown petrified and emboldened

Listen to the losers with the lesson learned

They could told em, fuck with a flame this fire, you gon' get burned

How you gonna hold the mic right when you left red handed

Took the wrong turn on route, dirt nap, get planted