(Additional vocals by STAIN)
https://soundcloud.com/grossxfilthy

To lock horns with the laws of the landmine
At the risk of every fiber of my former being
Try me, I'm flying, bring that shit defiant
The point of no return is in pieces

Iron out the obsolete, smash the cycle
Cut the line between myself and survival
Slaughter every flaw, tidal, 20 rounds a rival
Carve myself into an idol

As the steeples crank and rust
Sapless pillars tank and bust
Improvement imperial, upgrades asterial
Previous form, disintegrate to dust

When will I
Catch up to my heartbeat, supercharged
8-ballistic, badland bullet yard
Weapons displayed, mass hysterics
No second thoughts, take your face and wear it

View me as a loser and an alcohol abuser
With a tendency to think about my death
View me as a quiet motherfucker with anxiety
Who's always in a constant state of stress
No flex, no cap, all of these ni🅱🅱as are wack
BItch I'm back up on the track
Murdering many men with MACs
Motherfuckin' crack when I fuckin' snap
All you ni🅱🅱as pass, down
6 feet underneath the ground
Lift you up higher than Bobby Brown
Don't you make a sound, please come correct
Unless you want this razor right at your neck
I ain't with that fuck shit, suck a dick and die
Underneath the weight of this TEC you are not a threat
I pull up and and shoot a hole through your chest
I'm fucking wretched

Out with the old guard and off with their heads
Not a single gatekeeper sacred, vision rich red
An unending flood of opp guts into the ocean
No monument too solid, our poison potion potent

Syphoning the roots of an accomplished man
Futuristic, fixed, manifesto, righteous blood on sand
Hit me with some bullshit, you're replaceable, shit
Suck your blood and spit it in your skull until it's full, shit
I've got a triple-headed horse and the fourth is in your bed
Bad Duracell trip, I hear the things you haven't said yet
Culture creator, visceral vulture voucher
Sorrow slayer, carcass count is oozing outward

I've got a triple-headed horse and the fourth is in your bed
Bad Duracell trip, I hear the things you haven't said yet

Iron out the obsolete, smash the cycle
Cut the line between myself and survival
Slaughter every flaw, tidal, 20 rounds a rival
Carve myself into an idol