kill the killer praise the weak the world is spinning changing as we speak to many faces stone cold frozen over with misery's pain as the reaper makes his rounds and the thunderous sounds that pound the ground as your body shakes your body quakes pray to god its not your soul the devil takes as walls bleed red and the sky filterz black as we funnel in like starving rats your face is cold and pale your lips are turning blue clutch to the edge of your existence with no hesitation or resistance for instance red dot head shot gun hot body hit the leads still hot as the lil niggas body drops you hear no screams no dreams no begging for your life on a murder scene or a scandalous scheme or a red shaded beem cause you know where you been on a one way ticket to homicidal dreams yeah these homicidal dreams yeah yeah yeah Boom ya gotta know homie you worry me