psychosis:
burn you like the flames that god will send on judgement day // like I'm writing a disc with sun rays in outer space // my flow's hotter than hot, I burn heat // my saliva burns me, I'm ashes blacker than my heart so nothing hurts me // I curse thee, that they would try to burn me, I am earthly // deep within the crust I shift plates when my stomach starts churning, you ain't worthy // I take a hot shit when it's early // asteroids crash into the earth, murking, causing controversy // verse me? put you in a burn center that's blazing hot // with all the faggots down in hell sucking flaming cock // planets gettin' crushed like I'm breaking blocks // your eight tetrispheres are nothing more than an array of rocks, an onslaught // time is shifted to my liking for my dangerous plots // like the jet gun being fired while it's aimed at clocks // flow with a force that'll rip the universe apart // and stick my fist up black holes like "fuck you" from the north star

metaphist:
with a heat flash, past the temperature of that of a plastique blast // madness method wu-tang torture with a heat mask // apply directly to the face until you weep gas //
watchin' your tears evaporate // I am Polaris in the bitch, ever seen the speed of a flaming fist? // you're already dead, your first mistake? inserting the fucking disc // the speed of the spin exceeds the beam attempting to read the pits // too late to stop, touching eject will burn off your fucking limbs // epitome of heartless pity for the industry // "hardly any" is my response to many sympathy inquiries // "hardly any" is the amount of air that society has left to breathe // let freedom ring? naw, that's the dinner bell // guess who the servants are? ants workin' hard // ultimately chalking up service unto a human god // fire ain't the end, fire is the beginning we use to temper steel // cut these fake fuckers in two for pretending