Verse 1:
Don't give me attitude or I'll drain the life out of you
They thinks I'm a cannibal or an animal
You're strangled with a tentacle, I'm incredible
But first of all, is ya blood edible?
I'm a psycho with ya crushed up mandible
In The Shining, ya dead twins are identical
I'm gonna be taking the hellish parable
Ya unholy nausea's not Ingestible
She's hungry and she thinks your soles are digestible
Rappers are dying in the grave yard festival
Cleaning the dead bodies up with ethanol and tetrahydrocannabinol
Ya bloody feet smells terrible and ya skin hole is burial
In fact, Your mum and dad is virtual
Spinnin all ya heads like a devil
You ain't gonna win to complete every level
Digging up graves with the pickaxe or shovel
Chop em up, slice em up and dice em up like a vegetable
Wildfire itches the whole worlds skin cuz its flammable
This is not radical, This is practical
For life in my brain I'm going crazy like Hannibal
Learning wisdom of death and understandable
You're drowning in the abyss of unmistakable
Crack ya face with the grass til ya skin is breakable
Brains destroyed by my mind is distasteful
Stinky feet are faithful n hearts are disgraceful
You're shameful and I'm ungrateful
It cuts off till the blood drips from your navel
Ya nasty black feet Is so painful
The evisceration of a fallen angel
Screaming from drowning in the pool of volcano