Verse 1: (Clarky)
(My) Rhyme Page; Consists-Of; Lyrical, Mind-Games;
Sickening, Migraines; (It's) A Killing, If I Write-Names;
If-It, Isn't-In; A, Line; Then Consider-Your; Life-Saved!
(Once,) My; Mind's Raced; Blind Rage; Fries; My Brains
Light-Weight, Sly-Snake Lyricists; Sideways; Slithering
In MY-Lane; S'Why-They've; Driven-It.. Isn't-It?
Thinking We're Listening; But, I AINT
-Drew? ("True!") -Right, J? (I Ain't Listening!)
Nor Interested; In Which; Isn't The Right Way;
Why Make, Slight Gains, In A Minimal TimeFrame?
It's, HighStakes; Like; A, Friday; Night, Raid
Any Bitches, Undermine-Gage; Will Picture The Light; Or Find Faith
I Might Take; Fight, Tape, (&) Tie, (Your) Mates;
Bright Flames; Alight, Required For Aquired Taste
Knife-Slice, Right In, Rice-Thin Like dried grains
Nine Days, Later, Find They Lie In Aligned graves! (Cunt!)