been murdering more then charles manson
raging out listening to marilyn, beautiful people turned ugly
once i come thru smashin....
ya'll was fucked the day my momma decided she loved me
if she didn't want me a coat hanger coulda poked inside of her tummy
coulda got me, but she didn't now the world has to deal with me
I'm truly epic, closest you get is an epic fail pic
a picture of you holding a mic and jus staring at it
i cause phisical illness so i'm still sicker than you
keep killing everybody and just say its a case of dejavu
way sicker then sickle cell casting sicker spells
my soul dwells in hell mindstate to bomb like sleeper cells
shrug shoulders like o wells, my care meter is stuck at one
only care about myself, care for others? i have none
a nun told me about being loved cus i'm someone's son
some higher being based on some book of religion
mite be a chosen one, got a circle glowing over my head
torn black angel wings and a big misplaced demon tail
nevermind that's my penis, it was just kinda hard to tell
what in the heaven? i mean hell, dead men tell no lies
dead men don't tell truths either, lookin dead in their eyes
double meaning like my alter egos that i lose myself in
do gooder that was given sin to deal with from within
couldn't keep the sin in, suicide bomber way of thinkin
it's ok as long as you were in the same explosion i was in
no coming back from that, put the nail in the coffin
bury me with a mic i'll keep making songs like tupac shakur
pour out a lil liquor and get my corpse drunk, thank you jager!
tombstone scripture reads somethin bout a microphone murderer
dig deeper and find the ones that battled me, anybody killer