Pyroclastic Flow

[Verse]
You ain't winnin' the game, when the king is comin' play
Leaving 'em all inside of the cemetery
Severin' heads no need for blade
Got my claws and my jaw
Ready to bring the rawness to the blocks
Golden moments comin' at you
Glowing like a molten rod
Rotting flesh, blood a trip of sickness for your soul
God is back, but a little different than foretold
On this track I wanna mess around a little bit and make it fast
So I'm gonna clown on motherfuckers who want to get a piece crown but just make me laugh, hah
I craft songs that make your mouth form an o-shape
Delivеrin' fire that hurts my enemiеs I'm pro-pain
In a session, I'm buryin' more foes than pyroclastic flows
You're just a ho deliverin' your blow
Wait a second, wasn't there something I wanted to do? Ah yes
I wanted to save my top spot on that fast rappers list, so chew on this
I'm gonna be the one that's gonna be servin' your head up for lunch to your dead body
Kill any competition on my way
Digging their grave without a single emotion
In a singular motion, truly sick