my image is endless i do not pretend this i handle my business im pushing the limits fuck all your gimmicks i am a real chemist leaving u breathless i creep through the night ditching the pistol and hitting the pipe twisting the glass i see demons in smoke prey to the devil he will b envoked ur spirit is gone and ur body is chocked im not the one that u want 2 provoke put the ephedrine in water 2 soak i could care less if u act like the pope all the more reason to hang from a rope looking at u through the eye of a scope u see ur demise and u pray 4 some hope god is not there its only mr smoke no u cant step in my zone its no dream u better stop acting just like a dope fiend better bow down and kiss all of my rings u no that im in to these devilish things my life is cursed and i no wut it brings ive done these things that u probably could not and if u stepped up u would probaly get shot and if u got caught u would probably go talk then they would blame me 4 being on top vengeance is mine and i will never stop go get caught slipping and hit with the glock yo they outline ur whole body in chaulk its a known fact that u cant fuck with me ur time is comming and soon u will see this is all real its not some fantasy i will not stop until i see u bleed i feed on ur soul because i am a ghost u reap wut u sow while im making a toast dont like 2 boast but im happy ur dead thats wut u get 4 informing the feds this is ur ending and enough has been said leaving u laying in a pool of that red