Ain’t no rest for the wicked No cure for the sickness Forked tongue words are poison Infectious speech is sickening Nose to the grind stone heads to the ground they listening Lost souls I found those heaven only knows what they be whispering Shout my message from the rooftops Banging beats like nitroglycerin I’ll be watching your 6 In case your head ain’t swiveling. Your tombstone I’m chiseling Past the graveyard your whistling Halos hanging to the ceiling A praying mantis kneeling Forecast is for angels tear drops is drizzling Crypt keeper that keeps crippling Scorched Earth fuse is quickening The third rock is lit Off script I’m smoke signaling Times up in the hourglass grains of sands Your life’s dwindling Legion of doom Open wounds for you To lick again ‘