my game is in-ter-twined wit evil and demons,burnin emotions-
society and politics is drowin me in da blood of oceans-
cant lose focus, my fate rest on the rhymes that i spit-
not no hoe, i dont care what yall niggas think is ah hit-
every verb i spit, is like ice daggers pinchin yo epedermis-
i am hells spawn, i can make 100 demons flourish-
there wont be ah armageddon, it will be jus me-
kill ya, revive yo ass and put yall niggas back to sleep-
runnin two gats to ya head, so u can feel my hollow point-
pissin in yo paints, cause u never knew that yo life would rest in da flip of ah coin-

SLIPDIFFICULT NIGGAS