[AzzarTheGod]

Me and my ziggas, we bench press weight,

Lift up drugs, we some Apex thugs

Rule breaker's and hidden highsun Rexx corpse runs,



Don't make Strydur mad,

He's at the scene of the crime, his mind frozen in time, MacroQuest pause-rewind,

Shirt off at the parade that the **** be at,

Inject the foreign oil, get your ego praised like Chardok Royals

Or the must-have Saudi Arabs,

needles the solution to life problems like mathematicians use F.O.I.L.

social skills left to boil,



Turn the knob on Strydur in voice coms

His head nods, throwing lightning rods

lure him under juggernauts, drop the vase (juggerNAUTS and Vase are both said similar to nods and rods, like a RAW enunciation. should help you figure out the rhyme scheme)

smash his head in,

and END the grip of vice,

because he's never had a trip that's nice,

HES ANGRY.




yeahhh son whats the fuckin deal. That's that 2012 shit. making big dollars with the next move. ya'll got that album? its over for small dicks. Strydur you're finished.