No Hook, just the truth ricochet off the steel,
Kenny D**e blades in the dark—every bar a kill.
Mass Destruction, I’m the glitch in your sermon,
church-burning vinyl, let the stylus turn crimson.
808s like tank treads over Eden’s lawn,
angels choking on bass, halos gone.
I don’t pray, I press play—apocalypse loops,
city’s a mixtape, skyline loops in ruin.
No chorus, no mercy, just raw decay,
spin it back, watch the sun melt the vinyl day.