Bakkerphonk — G59

The blood and guts show in my teeth, look like the fish and then
I feed some milk of milk go hard and there should be it makes the meat taste so real sweet
Come and promote third dimensions with intentions full of chaos
Smell the stench within the air
I think it's not woke up the smell of this thing
It's my motorbike, I'd rather take the ground
Smoke a block and drift away into distance of my nightmare here
I wash your brain while mace that tussed my skin
I shed the shield like what you been, broken free but stopped to stand up on some voices in the end
No fear in my conscience only have one choice and options that's the kill