 I had a dealin' with apostates. I took this battle for free. I'm tryin' to get the principle like Nicky Parker. Huh, I'm gettin' sleepy in this battle. You're the seed of my posture. I'm tryin' to hold my eyes up like crumb in real monsters. Yo, you got blurred visibility. Yo, fuckin' everybody's a simile with double meanings. Every bird that you've been with has troubled feelings. Get banged in the teeth up with nothing. I'm more surprised you managed to get on the trot sport without spittin' on a ripping your American passport. Each one you get into our shores, the left is a stark cause. Lots of puppets reluctant to edit the past floors because some of us exposed your backs. And the members are large frauds. Said it's a large straw, so now you get what you ask for. And instead, you blame your problems on terrorist hard cause acting like ISIS was a breath from your past scores and your nuclear weapons had a theatrical dark cause and you bombed your own buildings and said it's a dance cause and got blaring bolted in 9-11 to our cause. The world's terror threat came when you left on a rock taunt. See, I have elected in some supremacist dark lord who co-signs cold girls being molested on dance floors and wants all non-white people kept from a large wall exposed and how long these attitudes have been kept in the dark for, fuck Trump, I hope your country gets taken over by a Mexican task force you want to fix. Arrow's a fitting cause the holes in your structure aren't hard to find and once I rip through the wrapper you'll see the bars are light. One is nice, but the way you start your rhymes is just to pick a rhyme scheme and roll with that, but you're getting nowhere going down that road like a cul-de-sac, it's just multi-stack, multi-stack, multi-this, multi-that. If you are anything like arrows then you're definitely a multi-pack. Bobby Rex, your big bald bastard. Listen, the difference between me and you is I've got big balls, massive. On some next time, shit, I will flip your mattress hit them with a left right quick and watch this prick fall backwards. Do you think I give a shit if you're six-four fatties, I will run up in your cloakroom and nick your jacket.