Perspective - The Human Torch I'm equipped with firearms like The Human TorchRip up your entire arms, use my flamethrower and you're a human torchBeat you up like Scott Storch, mouth is deadly like I chew on corpseHeat you up 'til your skin scorch, slice through your crew with forceYou want more? I got one present for you on Christmas seasonA shotgun... Now this must be the reason -why your hands shake like you're hit with seizuresI cut you apart bit by bit equipped with scissorsYou're catholic? I crucify you and take a shit on JesusFlip diseases, go against me and get ripped in pieces