Bitch im casket the clown, im puffing down on that loud, putting john wayne gacy to shame i swing my hatchet proud. gather round, people hear that sound? its the scythe-wielding casketboii harvesting your little town. now the jokes on all you bitches, aint ya heard? that magic book hes talking bout aint found up in the fuccin 'burbs, its a book of death magic, a total operation, blacc magic work get released upon the nation. make a deal with the book its for life, you get a spirit guide to keep your lil asses in line, if you claim illumminati then you straight up full of shit, Wanna try those wicced spirits you gon' end up in a ditch. Alright, get off the mic god dammit! fuccin clowns... Im the saddest smartass you'll ever meet. I used to be a little pussy but the wicced life remolded me, im a dead man walking, and i love that shit, my mama birthed me unintended so my aim is to sin. i want to shout out to the fact im your depression within , I'm the broker of darkness i know some Gypsys and djinns, ill bind you back to the knife boards, sever off your life force, torture your opposition im heartless and hardcore. i swear to god above my soul will never see the light, my only wish is laceration to my enemies in spite. im a shadowwalking conjurer a cataclysmic Nekr0phage, always got the darkest squad. I'm walking 17 Roads to get the fucc to where I need, i need 17 blunts to pump my head full of weed, pull the dusty book up out my pants you wish you could decipher, you ask too many questions Imma split your damn incisors I wanna call up to Anubis have him purge the unworthy Osiris comes inside you while im clapping the clergy i wanna open up a portal spill an offering of grog fucc some bimbos with my rod to bring forth the literal Anti-God