now this is when i get it twisted, hit listed, I'm a criminal, I got crimes to pull and God to pay, it's no reason I must've been born in hell, or is it because I'm controlled inside like what the fuck has got into this guy, either way I'm dead, but still getting mines, still the worst thing that can mother fucking happen, mother have mercy, capabilities and values fucked me all up, I'm up running for thrillers, you know murder she wrote, thought itll be nice and tonight he, she, this girl and that boy, i cares about the living, death to them all, no half way crook, made you look, so catch me if you can, god damn it, now here's the story, first of all, well Lucifer I'm his best friend but can best friends become strangers, not sure but we'll see, the first unsolved mystery, can you blame, now to her, jehovah, I'm a phantom, got uncontrollable hormones and its autom, i mean that from the very deep bottom, bitch swallow them, ain't I a man of my word, word in the street it's another fucking unsolved mystery, even YouTube helped the problem, third i just cant seem to get the possibilities out of my head bout what if, in regards to this young girl name jesus, what if the possibility conclude, how rude, then there go the mystery number 3, who else can possibly be dead, christ have mercy, plus I'm better than that priest, I'm a straight up demonic being, like hell if you ask me, cruelty to children was my beginning, mother beep are you following, have no fear I'm mr. clean, now that boy is all mine, ha I just had to laugh, you know John has to be baptized before he can set fourth doing the same, baptism is the game, I'd had a kid wonder so much he couldn't remember what happen then, it must've been that shadow of his, them dark alley ways and world colder than planet Pluto, fuck I cant help, I'm free to do what I please, isn't it a free country, right or wrong I'm still me, so dont be a prick, cant criticize material, so what if I'm a hypocrite, somebody gots to do it, think money it, though money is the root of all evil, I got plans, and one of them is to go for broke, now there ain't no way I couldn't be sold, some sickle made me sell my soul, but who said I'm a saint I'm krampus, you dont want no parts of me, that's just the villain in me, I'm satan maybe, or did I create the world for all this creativity, the boiler room