ive seen the moon covered by the shadow of clouds,
the night turns black, filled with the animals howls,
and as the riot erupted, who were they shoutin about?,
they chanted my name, i was demanded from crowds,
see the masses stay hungry, im the hand that feeds them,
im like the new puppy, but they didnt plan to keep him,
display my opponent, and i will just have to eat him,
cuz ive seen the soul of satan, and it takes a man to beat him,
despite the knowledge im sick, i still dont feel the symptoms,
my inner cannibal goes George Foreman, and i need to grill my victims,
send your whole army of pawns, Ill devour a million minions,
i use dirty tactics, like a false premise in a syllogism,
now the zombies arise and they attack the coroner,
the weak seek diversity, but they lack the foreigners,
my heart pumps the same blood as an Aztec warrior,
as i demolish the land, from Cali to Florida.