invention of a killa cold killa dope dealajust might have to steal your whole stash/bash your brains in, pain and anguish satanic language psychopathic hatred burning pentagram used to brand my left hand/ in the land of the dead ima keep my belly fed sawing off heads eating guts like bread eyes glowing read/ up in my tower, bodies devoured, flesh turning sour, innocence scoured, blood blooms like flowers I'm destroying all cowards/ madness seeping in my brain terminal mainframes shutting down again welcome to the blackness consumed by madness murder is a skill, it takes practice precision incisions and mathematics dismember the corpse of a fagget HOW MANY WAYS CAN I SAY THAT I HATE YOUR TIME HAS COME EMBRACE YOUR FATE HOW MANY WAYS CAN I SMASH YOUR FACE DONT CALL UPON GOD ITS ALREADY TO LATE using a sharp blade I'm in a craze ain't a faze this is death stab wounds to the chest blood bubble in your breath/ I laugh you cry, I live you die survival of the the fittest when I RIP shit spit shit sick shit wicked ness is my blissyou can eat shit and drink piss I'm fuckin foul and I'm hella fuckin loud and I'm hella fuckin proud about it/ entrails scattered brains get splattered it never fuckin fails call me the mad hatter cuz I'm only getting madder. your death gets sadder but it's still a laughing matter to me all enemies meet the same fate ground meatfor a face and ducktaped beat feet unless you wanna meet your maker cuz God will forsake ya I'm the will breaker pill taker soul shaker worst man to ever have a plan to kill another man HOW MANY WAYS CAN I SAY THAT I HATE YOUR TIME HAS COME EMBRACE YOUR FATE HOW MANY WAYS CAN I SMASH YOUR FACE DONT CALL UPON YOUR GOD ITS ALREADY TO LATE....