can you Imagine the Days the Tracks that I Blaze Pass through a Phase
where I go off on my own and pretend like I'm Trapped in a Cave
you'll never Fathom the Way Disaster will Make us Ask for a Save
your Rapidly Faced with Actions to Take my words will live After the Grave
I put all I Have on the Page I Tap into Rage that causes Havok it Placed
me Back in a State of Rap till I Break and now I'm Laughing at Fate
before I put a Slap to it's Face it's about ta be Slashed with a Blade
this Dagger will Scrape Stab and Erase every single one of you Faggot ass Fakes
biologically my lyrics are as Black as the Plauge mixed with African Aids
what's a hater when my rhymes are sicker then whatever they Happen to Say
the side effects are Uncurable I'm True to a Flow that Skewers ya Skull
enters your brain, alters your dna and warns you that Revolution is Close
when I have a Lucrative Hold the grip will never be Loose on the Throat
Who will it Choke untill their completely motionless Blue and Ice Cold
and a room full of witnesses see me trying to Strangle a Corpse
while I Dismantle the Floor and hide the body under the Paneling Boards