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