causin deadly actions, as my dark energy pervades
my mind is a graveyard, where the demon plays
my bells of war are attached to my flaming horse
our forceful horde pours porous magma causin sores
the killer instinct is in our genes, thats why we ride
ima gorilla pipsqueaks get worn out like cow hides
as I sift through the rubble of hip hops Mecca
I feel a life force, being inhaled for profit n pleasure
we need more prophets, on non stop endeavors
then da top spot surrenders, to the onslaught forever
binge off fatalitys, and slowly lose touch with reality
my mental facilities, are weed smoke n scenes of insanity
plan to be handled in dramatic fashion, gats blastin
in broad day or I could manipulate like charles manson
either way meet my genitals full of perspiration
any other name besides mine doesnt deserve debatin
just let the sandman send you into a slumber
wake up besides hates when I send you under
chemical weapon lethal spittage producin perfection
go hard like openin up a casket with a morbid erection
canisters are sent with disclaimers for pungent vernacular
open one up n the funk will be somethin spectacular
thus legends are built this way, so lames feel the pain
my fire water higher author type style will kill your fame