yo fuck nines n techs,i use knives as weaps,
stab behinde ya neck,where ya spine connects,
demons grind ya flesh,listening to your cries of death,
applying pressure with a bayonet inside ya chest,
people say i'm evil like a half black mephistopheles,
with a grim presence like being trapped in deaths sarcophagus,
i'm a clever heathen,immortal never breathin,
i'll leave your lever bleedin,like constantine
when he severs demons,from the nether regions,
you'll die as i laugh,i'll trap you ina giant size glass,
filled with syanide gas,and acidous liquid,venomous fluid,
i'll hunt you down faster then the preditors do it,
you have to use ghost writters to better your music,
if the devil offers you immortal life you better refuse it,
EZ