[Verse: MC Holocaust]
You n***as fucking with me, take your very last step
If you think you got some super nuts, I'll rip them out your chest
Ignore your screams for help
Hate you more than myself
Guillotine, cut 'em clean
Put ya head on my shelf
Bad intentions
Super spook
Wes Craven when I write
Pure white, got me hype
House party where I be
Party favor gripping tight
Lit my stick of dynamite
Did that shit, outta spite
Body count goin' up
I'm corrupt