Yeah, yeah. Ladies and gentlemen, may I present. May I introduce, four of New York's finest. Give it up for the X-Ecutioners. . Yo, I'm like a country wild western, rhyme style murderer.
Come one, come all, we have the elixir that cures all that ails you. Traveling the four corners of the road, straight from the well. As it pointed the hill the remnant to your hell [unverified], come Yahweh.
Broken reality, there's no means of escape. Broken reality, lookin' to leave this mind-state. But the more that I leave the harder it seems I come back.