[Verse: Mr. Bones, Hektic, The ROC]
My name is nothin', my attitude is sorta strange
[I know?] my gang, strung out by watching bitches hang
Grab some change, quit hangin' on my doobie dangs
I only slang my terrifying rhymes, psycho-sematic
My black magic, practice shit causes much static
Who's the zombies in the back streets, peep
I told you once before, a dead man just don't sleep
Leave the shit to the Retro, so come with it
If you don't dig it, don't [wet?] us 'cause we won't [feel?] it
I holler drug addict, and everybody OD'd
This house is haunted, so you better not try to leave
House of Krazees, the underground culture
A five-pointеd pentagram and a bloody sculpture