Come to me right or swallow teeth and see the sky, ho

Call me Mortem, I sort em, who gets to breathe or go under

The seal of all evil, Cousin Death's Evil Knievel

Reaper shadow, popping hollows where the vibes are deceitful

Got a .40 in my pocket itching to pull it and pop it, ho

Death dealer, blood spiller

I, composer of viscera.