Lyrically i shoot right thru you,my minds voodo//
hiypnotise dogs to dance in a white Tu-tu//
i practice dark magic and play with Weegee boards//
set in a trance than youve neva seen before//
im dead in the mind and the devils my idol/
nobody likes my rhymes so i guess that makes God my rival//
sikk thoughts of suicidal,this is Do or Die yo//
i write my sikk thoughts and bookmark em in my bible//
make kids carry guns and shoot up the high school//
underage drinkin gettin drunk off nyquil//
actin like charlie brown over and over the same lines recycled//
ill tear these fake kids like paper//
remove ur rhymes from mine like an eracer//
physically i can take,rip u apart with one arm and break ya//
no body can save ya,there aint no way ta stop it//
Cus ya cant get away when ya fuck wit the rap profit//
