4 Bars -
I was born in hell with a pitchfork in my mouth; abrasion's are wrath; pull hell's fiery oceans' and gave you a bath//
I devoured the golden calf; the bible is a testament to that; I'm a demon killing a snake in the grass//
The sire is beheading; the dire of the wretching; dog, you're a bitch; this tire swing is fetching//
My machete' turns you to confetti; I melted the ice in your veins with the fire in my belly//
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