People think im crazy cause the shit that i say. Well i think im crazy cause of whats up in my brain. Constantly its been haunting me, driving me insane. My mondane ways lead me astray.  images of me Gathering Cannibals and wild fucking animals feasting on this morbid. galore for horror and war. & Your next u see. Nada. Basicly everything is Dead to me. Like i create your destiny. So many Bleeding Wounds i be leaving. Tombs i be Seeking. Ghosts ghouls and demons. Blood and gore. Ya more and more. I say fuck this life. With a knife. what the fuck is it for? Then suddenly your dead. Every motherfuckingt victim with a severed head. No one Would live if they were me. I get Pleasure in this pain. Through slaughtering. Im honoring the grave. Rudely here to make a mockery of the game. So people think im crazy i was born this way. All alone and hella baked. Smokikin cigs as a kid shit that i did. Piss shit cum blood puss n guts. Lil crazy n im fucking nuts. Evil sick twisted depictions rewitnessed from hell i keep plots i can not tell.my mind is hella whack. Dressed in your digestive tract. Information thats fact. Love is what i lack. Best u get back with that click clack. Fuck u a nac. No lethal no mac. No equal. Im me just sticker on the track. Just me nothing fucking special. Just detramentally environmental hazardous to be. No more no less than disasterous in this masterpiece. I been after since back then. It was happening. Murder shit i laugh at it. Roll it up load it up pass it quick.