[Concrete]

a defiant punk solely seeking guidance from violent bums
now my eyelids close my mind is one with the silent hum
by my mcintosh, absinthe and applesauce back and forth
jackin off to kalashnikovs due to lack of love at the source
rather let my pen be blasting, find targets then advance in
taking out all competitors one at a time like a zen assassin
repel - get served, challenge me you got a hell of a nerve
only said I'll be-game to battle as in the level you deserve
your sad life the unsung saga abused by your drunk mama
therapy may resolve the issues but I give you blunt trauma
aint no spirits coming here, see your girl then summon her
ask the bitch - miss, are you bothered by this commoner?
to peep your battle-raps I'd need a bottle of adderall caps
as a matter of fact, I rather attack and shatter your back
call me the bad guy of mankind, put killers in the dirt like landmines
became enlightened at the grand shrine, recognized buddhas gangsign
making it all clearer, aint no testing this killer wrecking down pillars
you refuse to see the light like triggered whiggers checkin out mirrors
this is an act of love, as its such bestowed
because as above, not so much so below