what you gana do bitch yes you best stop thinkin I will snach your soul shit yah I am a deamon and you can not comprehend yah what I'm feeling my heart is so dark and cold yah I can not feel it run my blood dry bitch intell you can not see the pigment in my motherfuckin skin yah that shit ceeps me tickin why you wine like a bitch yah you straight up wigen o God you fuckin infent