Tour de Force

Shall we begin? cavalry sent, battles intense

Separate fake from real, cowards from men

Lost friends oh well they bailed keep to myself

We'll compare our failures when I see you in Hell

Fuck fuck it I'm dead, flesh covered in red

Needed dough now I'm shoved in a oven like bread

When it's all said and done hope I've done what I said

And worth blood that I bled plus the gun to my head

Say perfect's the enemy of good I keep my enemies close

Approach perfect with venomous flows and it shows

How I've grown to expose these supposed composers

So explosive I blow up you posers yo