Constantly Feeling bad thoughts flooding my brain Prolonging the end to this dangerous game we play Flipping pages Procrastinating every day that I prey to make it out this maze I'm incaged by restraints That hold me back from the heavenly gates For fuck sakes I know that his waiting Everyday that I'm waking up I dream of that evil laugh Trap under a evil spell That only he could cast A master at an evil craft The goat father The most darkest And cold hearted He goes after you body when your souls departed Or even slightly detached He attacks and never let's you back Purhaps the jestas has finally met his match I guess that too be the best you have to beat the best Then defeat the beast Don't forget the rest Any artists that is left I will leave a mess and proceed too leave my mark Probably leave them guessing Leaving echos in the dark Of an evil track Don't even need his blessing With the skills I be addressing There's No chance for second guessing The jesta or his methods Wait a second There's a lesson in the method to his madness We get on drugs when we feel the madness sadness creeping up Ya need to listen up The reapers rapping No speaking backwards Ill leaving you pissing blood if ya sneaky little cunts try rinsing us It'll be the last thing that you touch 43's fourthree's in the skies 4 3s fortythrees in desguise The fortythree never dies 43 is that cold side of the crystal pipe Rolling a rock over the hot spot untill you cough