Theres no feeling too fatal for you, no. (You are
stronger than you think) We're those in pain; you
can't know what's true yet! (only time will
reveal reality)

Terror is here, but the level of the fear? That
is up to you! (one must choose to become Meat)
I'll be the rebel with a beer passing bomb (weed)
to myself; I can bust back if fired on and let
you eat rounds this entire song! Wow - tell me
about it, I'm a muligger. That'll be a music nigga
with the fuel about to stick my tool in her. Who's
that? Hip hop, that bitch catchin dick; I'll rap
in the deficit and slap for the heck of it. (Sev
will resurrect quality music) Blahblahblah,
frickin hatters (haters) give me gassiness!
Excuse me, I'm relieving flatulence! Ain't it only
natural? Painted up face? Blazing through a sack
or two; vaping dutch haze. (weed) L.A. 'gon hate,
that is not my problem. (Los Angeles is not
as inclined to Sev's music as other markets)
Zombie rocking 'em! Broccoli, (weed) toss it in!
Honestly, I'm popping off, so we suggest you cop
(buy into) the kid! Shut 'em down, crawl before
the odd Solomon! Dukin' (pooping) on their
swagger, gnaw all on the fashion. (break
conditioning) SIC was kickin smack, so I bubbled
up the hash, then. (before SIC and Sev met, SIC
was heavy into heroine and Sev was heavy into
hash) Buckbuck! Dead nigga bustin' at random!
(drive by shooting reference) Coagulated passion,
dont you be the last in! (zombie film imagery)

Who the fuck is that lurkin' in the corridor? Oh,
it's me, SevidemiC, soul/metal/horrorcore! Walker!
Geekin' it up, ain't a limit to the infection me
deal out! (Sev has no creative cap) Steal all of
your plasma and peel out! That's enough, I feel
proud enough to go postal! (Sev has a new
confidence in his art) Straight cold loco! Yell
'oh no' like Yoko! Yea, I'm nothing social, but
simply the focal point of the argument when you
vent on who is most cool! (Sev is a recluse who
simply asks the Meat to spread his art) Like pro-
tools, yea, nigga, we runnin'! Blow five Os of
wreck (trainwreck - strain of weed) because it's
nothin'! You should recognize a veteran, yes! I
get to puffin', then I rock 7,000 to death!
You're bluffing! Well, not 7,000 yet, but I'm
tough, so I'm lookin' for 70,000 next and make
adjustments. (Sev predicts fame and fortune for
himself) Bang the buck shit all off in your disc
deck! Drive into a sick trek with your bowls
dusted! (play Sev's music in your car while driving
under the influence of weed)