I'm the sickest wit the rhymin shit from raw raps to violent shit all these haters that's denyin it feel the pressure I'm applyin it dope enough for an overdose I'm supplyin it bodies stiffen up and become comotose high as shit, the blades slice throats blood soaked, it's murder he wrote murder weapon inside of my coat snatchin bodies leavin ransom notes about as handsome as Charles manson got average civilians throwin tantrums while I hypnotize fans with my anthems I hold ya head to ceiling fans in mansions while rockin half a mask like a phantom random selection of potential victims doctors analyze my brain and call it addiction the way I analyze all utensils in the kitchen as possible tools to use to complete a mission for me, murder is kinda like a superstition who you kiddin? murder me wit a weak written? never happen, I skin you like a muhfuckin kitten shit on you like a pigeon, live on television for me this is just a warning, it's practice I stalk enemies leavin blood on their mattress murder them at all facets tossin corpses into caskets I'm passionate but I don't show compassion the names hype for all those bitches askin