Dead bodies in a lake Wake up every day Statistics are the same Matter of time before I break Yeah Michael Myers I perspire You can’t even match my beat which I reaped You big heap you still ain’t clean I make moves before you move I make dollars yes I cruise Tortured and beaten Starved and they feeding Flip a card pop a cigar This all the same every day Things won’t change That’s why you adjust Brush things under the rug Anyone who raps hit ‘em with a bat That’s what the industry wants but I roll my own way What did you say? Can’t hear you over the sound of how loud the crowd is Yeah I move mountains All people do is talk and hear their own voice The listener has no choice That’s why I harvest their organs and play em like toys Haha