| Depressed and out stressed out |
| Bodies piling in the crypt |
| Home of death and murder |
| That I’m building gets another brick |
| I’m smacked out smacked out |
| Loaded in the fuckin pit |
| Coping with the madness |
| I’m schizophrenic, need to clip |
| Red till the grave till I die |
| Of my sickness, I don’t play |
| Health could murder me tonight |
| Be a witness, Let me I rave, till I’m fuckin flying high |
| Burn my bridges, I’m insane, got that suicidal mind, where my ditch is |
| Witness, witness my crucifix |
| Witness, witness my crucifix |
| Witness, witness my crucifix |
| Witness, witness my crucifix |
| I’m Coming straight up from the mud |
| Let me play that raining blood |
| Got that slayer on mind |
| Busters end up fuckin gutted |
| Always going going hard |
| Acting frenzy, full retard |
| Motherfuckers going blind |
| I Use their eyeball as my third |
| Bury me with the rims of my chevy |
| While my dark fuckin beats playing heavy |
| R to to E D to the Zeddy |
| I Smoke a pack, smoke a pack, smoke a fatty |
| Coming down |
| From the drugs |
| Bitch Be be quiet |
| Hearth beat pulse |
| Going nuts |
| Ready breaths fire |
| When I stop with that flow |
| Call it ceasefire |
| Let me roar let me roar |
| Cause I’m beast, lion |
| The room shakes and twitches like |
| A meth addict |
| Woke up crows and creatures from my back attic |
| May God save all the suckers |
| Trynna get deaded |
| I stopped counting all the bones |
| Ain’t into mathematics |