Write Machine Video (MV)

Through automatic writing, lightning strikes more than twice
No use hiding under your desks, we wreck reps
Ahead of the present tense we flexin'
Obscure your weapons, as we approachin' the land of Texas
Carry projectiles
Not good to not have and then get down
Can't save 'em all, but you can figure the rest out
Wise Swordsman comin' out with a fresh style
Half baked Land-O-Lake ideas for strangers
Say your prayers, you're about to meet ya maker
Give me all you got and don't think about lyin' to me
Preach thoughts printed off of the writing machine
You leave doors open we swarm in
Spit sick rhymes I'm adorin', a big top of the mornin'
To every circus freak, pourin' out of the circuitry
Send a thank you as a courtesy
Burnin' leaves without a permit, servin' the fiends without a purchase
Messin' with hammers, but I don't hurt 'em
After surgery demanded the mirror
Choked out the doctor so nobody could hear us
But signs of a struggle couldn't muffle a nice hustle
A couple of chuckles before defacin' you with face puddles
A bad after taste, sufferin' so many delays
To hear your tape sucks for days
Critically acclaimed, for what you pay
But that's for the average listener prisoners
Getting' by with a rewind, put in hard work
Not to listen to lame fakes whom I can't relate with
Shock the globe with a taste from the tasers
Rob old folks and then reload our persuaders