i listened to your tracks, feelin' like i'm forced to break spines
i'ma sit and write more insane lines
of course i hate life
run when you see my butcher knife's enormous blade size
you must be crazy
letting your guard down and thinkin' you can trust in hades
see me in the flesh, better run for safety
god got a little drunk and made me
listeners worship the way that i rhyme
the day you step will be the day that you die
run away better hide
i’ll climb an edifice and snatch airplanes from the sky
face me and die, today is the day i decide
to impulsively engage on the mic
mentally insane in the mind
don’t bother to pray for you life, it’s a waste of your time
i came wit’ a knife
the blade is the shape of a “y” from an additional blade on the side
see you on the street and your watch is decent
it’s gonna take a miracle to stop the bleedin’
lookin’ for a pot to pee in
punch you in the face ‘til the symmetry is not as even
want me to spit heat? then drop the beat then
listen to the thoughts of a godless heathen