|| I'm like a dead corpse |
|| Crawling out the dirt, on some zombie shit |
|| Aiming for your neck to bite the flesh where the veins connect |

|| My brains incorrect, traumatize you in a sec |
|| My raps like cracks in a decksotenic intellect |

|| Slaughters you, I got more for you |
|| Gore for you, your flesh is sort of blue |
|| You'll be begging someone to pull me off of you |
|| When I'm stabbing you, I offered you a chance to leave |
|| You'll only understand when you bleed |

|| There's no talking to you, just shoving a fork in you |
|| Who the fuck you talking to? |
|| I'm pure death in a flesh, I'll arrange a coffin for you |
|| My knife packing status, got you shook |

|| Step, kid I advise you not to look |
|| Turn your head, or you'll turn up dead |
|| Put you asleep inside a burning bed |
|| Learn from what I say |

|| You might as well be the luckiest thing on earth, |
|| yo moms so hairy, |
|| you should died of rug burn at birth, |

Imma lyrically debate you, when you hearin me degrate you, |
50 words equal 3, so let me tell you how i hate you, |
my words attack memory, |
remember when grandpa raped you?! |