How do you think I feel
I feel fuckin sick
Feel sick to my motherfuckin stomach
I feel empty (Good Morning)

Locked in a mental state
Paranoia everyday
Government, annihilate
Rose from the fuckin grave

Lord of the dead, aye
Lord of the dead, aye
Lord of the dead, aye
Lord of the dead, aye

Terrorist elements, heavy shit, regiment
Freddy shit, pull up straight to your melon an..
Big dicks only swing for the pendulum
Sick of these fuckin pain pill regimens

E$UZ, this is your conscious, nonsense
Negativity sponsored all this
Broken promises of a divinity world conquered
Stop it

Brass knuckles to your face
And we pull up for the fade
Medusa couldn't trace
Me, stoned every day
I'm finna fade you n***as on sight
With the blade tucked bomb tight
We get it on right

Baphomet only lives to sever your soul
Life's a bitch, they follow where she blows
I feel hollow and 7 years old
I feel hollow and 7 years old

E$UZ, this is your conscious again
Don't you sign that contract again
The Devil told me you walk with him
You gon need you a Johnnie Cochran

Yah
Yah
Yah

Aye
Here I go, here I go on a murder spree
Stealing all you rappers, you coulda swore it was a burglary
Learning from my masters
Yeah, I'm working on my third degree
Owning all my masters
I was never into slavery, yah
Lord of the dead
Lord of the dead
Lord of the dead
I'm the Lord of the Dead