{Verse 1}

Siddhartha Gautama with the heart of a martyr

Bad karma comes back and effects your samsara 

I’m the lab partner you couldn’t stand parts of

Reaping rewards of feeling’s enforced kneeling with sword

Through your cracked armour 

Teaching the laws of extreme intercourse like Dad Dahmer

Let’s not worry about that last line 

The shit that I write is my past time

I’m past trying I’m on my last life

An archive you actually can’t write  

Ambiguous ambitions I can stick with this man listen

I brand bitches with bat symbols and stand pieces of black crystals and

Red bracelets for the negative energy 

Send spaceships to assemble at Wembley endlessly

Jump out and befriend all the entity’s meant to be

Kneel before NPC bending beats dentally

An MPC’s extra please get for me 

When do we send for ten MC enemies?

The best of the best of the best of the best is me

{Verse 2}

Personal problems needs merciful options

Words’ll all stop them nerves are full proximity

Wait stop

Personal problems are the worst we’ve all got them

We need merciful options to transfer all our goblins

That live inside our head gnawing our mental

Minds are a mess just writing our checks 

Our health can’t cash when we fell on our backs 

We went to hell and are back for our self and laughed at

For trying something different, why is something different

Funny to some of you infants? One of your fucking opinions 

Is nothing you munchkin delinquent self expression is health addressing

Mental weapons sent from heaven to extend our legacy

Befriend the best of me and then the memories

Carry on to the next gen of me my words bounce through the seven seas