I write rhymes with a severed hand lost in the darkness, eyes bold heart cold like im lost in the arctic, its pitch blackness, sticking with em in rapping, shit happens, spitting rythem with the madness,

The blackness is back bitch, black as a blacklist, the blackness, is back bitch, black as a blacksmith,

so jenny craig fat shit flow fat rhythm, like force feeding a rap hit, slow metabolisms

Im giving you this, a sick story to part with, from the goryest artist, u inglorious bastards, Im Argus, with a cadava complextion, its darkness, so Im asking the question, do you ever,; go hell for leather, or tell them that ur seldom better than melbournes weather, now the blackness is back bitch, I rapping the fat shit, the blackness is back bitch, Ur rapping is cat piss