| I’m stumblin on the pad like I’m a ghost |
| I stop and take a breathe then resume the show |
| I been losing myself becoming less composed |
| Thrown by the flame smoke entering my nose |
| I can feel the burns on my face I’m a jackal |
| The pyramids aligned with the sun and my castle |
| You are gonna die from the wrath like cattle |
| I’m slaughtering everyone, torture with rattle |
| Snakes in yo face with the poison |
| Paralyze ya when I show up without noise then |
| I am whippin out the bag and I place it on yo head |
| Now you wakin up in shock to a damn bloody mess |
| On the concrete I been takin souls every week |
| Creepin in the fuckin street I’ll make your heart skip a beat |
| Then take you to hell when you think your at peace |
| I will show you what it means to be deceased |
| I fear no man of this land crushing the world with the grip of my hand |
| Blazing this blunt with the flames of damned |
| Holding the weight of a psychotic man |
| Oh thee one from the sun |
| With the horns and serpent tongue |
| Blazin with this hateful rage |
| Show no remorse for what I’ve done |
| Laugh now scream later |
| Taste the sharp blade of my mutha fuckin razor |
| Ain’t no body here to save ya |
| You’ll die another nameless |
| This is the cold world that we live so brainless |
| I’m feelin no shame when I buck on a busta |
| I’ve lost all my faith you could die mother fucker |
| I spit when I talk cause there’s hate for you suckas |
| The peace is now lost I shall make them all suffer |