What's goin' on with the trunk rattle battle rock?
(have you heard zombie hop?) Chumps got a pimp and
SevidemiC ain't trickin! (Sev won't sell his soul
for fame) Punch from the bump (bass) thumps dump
(poop) out of your saddlebox, (butt) punk! Slumped
with the metal in your Michelins. (Sev's music is
mesmerizing) You ain't goin nowhere; dope in the
worst way! Choke, faggot, dont stare! (Sev knows
he's a spectacle) Shorty, its your birthday! (women,
dance!) Hey, party like it's armaggeddon! Helped
myself to sevenths leaving nothing on the plate!
(Sev is taking advantage of his gifts and knowledge)
Wait, or should I say your face? Cuz, I ate that
bitch and deficated the remains all over the rap
game; (Sev knows you and everyone else like zombie
hop) emptied bowels on it. Sonic intrusion lawless,
so the audience moshes. I told you to hold still,
didn't I? (Sev mocks how hard it is to not dance to
zombie hop) Startin' my own, (SMM) fuck that
Illuminati sigma phi. I rule it oddly; dead demigod.
Theres a blessing in the ox meat. (biblical) Tell it
to a zombie!

Fail to feel the time fall right through our hearts
and minds! (People dont respect their existance)
Impaled and unshielded. (brainwashed) All's fine
(sarcasm) in the life of the dying. (those who
havn't fully broken conditioning)

Thrive on the go! (create on uppers) Night flows
through my rhythm. (Sev manipulates his demons
through his music) Tight hold on my mission, this
incision might loathe! (Sev knows he could take his
vision over the edge) Toes tippin' to the ceilin'
(completely consumed in his art) frozen in a missin'
vision. (Sev's music is original) Rippin' hits of an
OG (weed) & gettin' stoned! Whoo, baby, you're
infected! (you like zombie hop) Who would fade me?
(No one is better than Sev artistically) Stay true
to the dead kid. (Sev) True rabies. (loyal Meat) Let
me get at em. I'm tracking (recording) a fathomably
callous path of verbal action! Pass a burning bat of
cabbage in a wrap! (weed) Then crack it under the
bottom, turn it up & pop the cap like that! It is
called a shotgun! We do it in the dead zone (Sev's
secret hangout) with a diddy bop, dun! & now I'm
scoopin up a cute little zombie chick. Bust a nut on
her caboose, shit, cuz mami thick. Nigga, I'm way
past kickin' the can! (Sev is serious about his art)
On my own program and ain't giving a damn!