The scratches in my coffin starting to look like your face, Bloody mud I be coughing it resembles your taste, Said my number you’d be blocking suddenly it’s anger I crave, Are all these memories of you and me just fakes? She said just search for the light, I know you can win this fight, But when I’m breaking down, She’s nowhere in sight, Had to bury my shovel, My hair de shoveled, Money starting to double, Break your teeth now you mumble, Stab your gut watch you stumble, Maybe now you’ll be humble, I hear my stomach grumble, I’m hungry for your fumble, I hear my stomach grumble, I’m hungry for your fumble, I explode like an inferno, Ice in my veins need a thermo, Shoot up that beech like Salerno, Then I run off to Palermo, Drink the blood of my foes, Reaping the depths below, Crawling through your guts hoe, Break your fucking skull bro, I break your fucking skull bro!