text: Torch lit
  Broke hinge off the door kick
  Y’all wanna force shit
  Words turn to war quick
  So build your fortress
  Zar reigns remorseless
  Rode in on horses
  Four fucking horses
  We are the formless
  Never could we warn this
  You cannot form this
  This is what your born with
  Big body Porsche shit
  Moving like its godspeed
  Fuck your side
  Ima make sure they all bleed
  What will befall me
  Past luck I mask up
  I fuck fans so
  You can get your mouth fucked
  Im like a brinks truck
  Seat back and heat tucked
  You want a war well, lets fucking link up