| I try to make you believe in the fear |
| I think I got a decease, got a seizure |
| I feel I’m resurrected, I can teach ya |
| The beast is out the dungeon, and gon' eat ya |
| I’m from the place where the grace ain’t no fucking thing |
| I put the bitches in the ditches with a Soviet tank |
| I’m in the maze, 'bout to chase after killers |
| I think I see the demon, it’s a fucking maze of mirrors |
| I drop bomb after bomb, motherfucker |
| I pull up with the deeds that you could never do, you sucker, uh |
| I can’t stop, need to drop, make a stain |
| I’m cuffing up, making stitches, you can suck a dick for fame |
| Lights out! |
| I put my name in the grain like an alien (Drop this!) |
| I put my name in the grain for the sake of it (Drop this!) |
| I put my name in the grain like an alien (Drop this!) |
| I put my name in the grain for the sake of it |
| I like the sound of clipping, you like the pistol whipping |
| You motherfucks, I want the bones, all the body dripping |
| I put the fucking dick in, she likes the way I stick in |
| I turn 'em in the fucking stone, no, bitch, I ain’t picking |
| I’m 'bout to backtrack, keeping up with your foot up on the streets |
| And you ain’t dead yet, coming up with the supersonic speed |
| And take your last breath (I'll always) |
| Gon' take your last breath (Be no one) |
| I try to make you believe in the fear |
| I think I got a decease, got a seizure |
| I feel I’m resurrected, I can teach ya |
| The beast is out the dungeon, and gon' eat ya |