the name of the game is add fuel to the flames incenerate your brain causing excruciating pain ashes to dust no human remains dragon breath and death are the tools of the trade where ever i may end up to lay just make sure the stone reads- rue the day even while i rot away like tooth decay if you have dues to pay, my crave to mutilate will pave my raise from the grave. im flying by, in the mean beam riding the clutch so why all the fuss? im sippin tuss reflecting on how the pressure hurts but thats just the path of a diamond in the rough add up the distance, do the math cant you see this widening gulf so ill ride the lightning until you bite the dust yea i fuckin know, i weave ya blows it drives you nuts still got a ways to go, i slap on my driving gloves ill light ya ass up just like a firebug yea im on my pyro flow, treat your burn with a firetruck we just dont see things the same like im high on drugs watch me wreck the whip in my driveway then exclaim “like a glove” the golden rule as i was told was who has the gold makes the rules but you just a fool who sold the midas touch thats cold. yea so im running up the price of love and shootin dice out a Pyrex jug took a direct hit and now it is your dying wish to catch a life saving biochip so you can rip a show from netflix wireless and stream your self, your whole ID is pirated file with a fee yea mad scientist slap a old dell microchip in your hip in the back of my pirate ship now tell me can you read this hieroglyph ive made the optimum nihilist with a iron fist all my bank statements got minuses on my radar thats just a minor blip more concerned about some wild pigs idle by with a evil eye while i put on mileage and yea this just my wild pitch my mind a bit childish i’m just waiting for a trial shift build you up high like a pile of bricks suffering from survivor’s guilt get prescribed a diet pill you know this fire drill no I made it out of Silent Hill all thanks to my iron will I shot it all on microfilm waiting for my time to kill hit ya with a ACK like mars attacks im straight out the shack clickkity clack rackety sham with mac coming up fast, mean beam roaring like fing fang foom fly by and aim the 9 blast bang boom and them guys are back, yea the men in black cant keep track, how many is that? im crossin lines ever so marginally better late than last but not never at least you cant bend the truth and thats hard to believe lend a ear and arguably ask you to leave dollar signs and deep minds is my mark of the beast i dabble in things my father couldnt even see and still that apple didnt fall far from the tree yea so im out of the pan just a man a plan and a can do attitude yea night king with the one ring with a location ping on frodo and bran and trust me they wish it would rather be us than them got caught in the coop with momma hen first nine times was fine but this makes ten so ive come to snuff the rooster, sign your life away heres a pen. so you got a fat lip dont trip take a dab rip swang and swerve in the whip, you got a drink? take a sip! you put a hand up on ya hip ? and I dip, you dip, we dip let the ink and paint drip, blizzard ice we spit dont fuckin slip and empty the clip you got some bud, say bruh lemme nip now these days im not feeling too hot, sure the hang man has tied my knot, crossed my I’s, made sure all my T’s have a dot, gonna be back to black for me like a ink blot. yea holder of the bag, cigarette- take a drag man not to brag, ima threat in hide and seek and tag yea my game has no lag, sagittarius call it sag, boy you act like you scared of dirt. make me gag. you got a flag, i got a rag, you elmer fudd, my name is mud, so yea im almost at the end like a tail-fin, ooh barracuda is my kin sippin gin with whom it may concern im not kiddin vlad is here and ive been bitttin my muddy blood he been sippin the sludge spiked with sin