Magnetism divides rhymes, into sublime tongues ripping through to the prime Disguised as the prize I see minds being corrupted from one touch to the spine Paralyzed in no condition to mention my name my visions or reasons in voting decisions Flow collision with skulls risen into subconscious diaphragms adding to the sickness guidless, have you wishin-??? that I staged my demise an left you hand paid Scan raids,guidless?" you???re not even "almost famous" when I???m done you'll need more than just some "band-aids" I can't stand aged people like guidless with no accomplishments, and no talent in the first-place In the worst-way you???re in a worse condition than Satan standing in Christ???s birth-place Have you crying with a hurt-face burnt-taste left over from the flames I spit Through the lames I pick one game and rip then maim the script With pain I hit all opposition and leave you hunched over like an old-man Guided you are a scammer and until you return my MP I will continue to make rap songs about you inevitably
