shadow sweets coming thru with the wicked shit my styles so sadistic lacrd up with that tripple six got the enemy bodys burny hanging on crucifix midnight thats when the town gets filled with th fog so mystic dont blink ya eyes ya might miss him hes a misfit so sadistic turn arounf n getvya fuckin neck slit or ya fuckin wig split 666 ways to die But id rather just kill you with this knife one more homicide collecting buckets of blood not just because but you don't give a fuck shadow sweets coming back like a spinal core i got them dark trakcs full or death rap call it horror core im down with chopping up ya bodu in to lim chunks put the pieces in a bag go to the oark n feed em to the ducks many say im sick but some. say im fresh imma lunatic i never claimed to he the best i just donmyown thing amd my own thing is stacking bosy up in my shead