When I step on the stage most niggaz be surprised
full of rage, head shaved with the milk white eyez
you'll never see e'm blood shoot no son not mine
cuz I stay focused on what's mine till the day that I die
and all ya'll that be influenced by lesser things of this world
best to stay ignorant and not look into these pearls
if you stare into my eyes you'll see my visions of appocolypse
fuck the triple six, I stand behind the crucifx
stare into my eyez, you'll see my visions of torment
first born scorpion's son spawned hell sent
you see I wasn't raised up on Barney and Rhomper Room
there were hillbillies in my back yard wearing wicked white costumes
steady square dancing to old played-out rock tunes
and you know I'm down to dance with death
he said he's comming soon
so if you smoke then hold your breath
at one with what you consume
blast from the past whiplash from stoppin' too fast
ashes to ash when ass comes to pass you'll finish last
be it crack or smack, green herb or white dirt, it's all cashed
the only shit that I burn is insence at Sunday Mass WORD!