Rhyme Asylum
Back Down
[Verse 1:Possessed]
Yo, I'm Satan's son in the essence, smugglin' weapons
Statues of the virgin Mary cry blood in my presence
In the womb I trained underdeveloped arms
Hitting my mother's stomach with a hundred punches per second
Leave Cerberus burnt to a crisp
Clothesline speeding cars and turn 'em to convertible whips
I've returned from the crypt
Spit raps behind your back to scratch your intervertebral disc
Drink from the skulls of the vanquished, shogun a**a**in
Conversate with Sam in a moment of madness
Keep it multisyllabic
After my swan song a phoenix will arise from my smoldering ashes
On the 31st of every tenth month
I dress up, shed blood and get drunk off red-rum
I found my soul in the Land of the Lost
Wanna see every man of the cloth, hang from a cross

[Hook]
It's Jinn Truff, Psiklone and Possessed
Only the best, combined as the components of death
We hope that you step in the cypher to get spat out
You better back down, back down x2

[Verse 2:Respek BA]
I'm leaving people screaming Jesus H Christ
I'm an evil demon cross between a black dragon and a great white
I give the stage fright, drinking rattle snake bites
Take life, and cause a real death in a plain fight
You see my splittin' personalities and double take
Making hell freeze over and heaven go up in flames
And I'mma trace your number plate and kick you in the f**king face
So if you've got a foot fetish It's your lucky day
So run away I'm the warlord of Mordor
With a broad sword commanding the orc hordes
Lost son of a Seraphim
Catch me moon walking on water and bleed running a marathon
Travel on the surface of Mars
Or in Bermuda Triangle cypherin' inside a circle of sharks
And I'm crushing corpse till I'm pounding on the Skull & Bones
Deranged Division, Illest on the f**king globe
[Hook]
It's Jinn Truff, Psiklone and Possessed
Only the best, combined as the components of death
We hope that you step, in the cypher and get spat out
You better back down, back down x2

[Verse 3:Psiklone]
Stalking the vampires in the morgue with the flat-liners
Jaw full of fangs, t**ans with the force that can clamp tires
So prepare to die
Scuba dive with ganja smoke and a gram of coke in my air supply
Eternally great - not personal taste
Walk in churches and candles burst into flames
Murderous crazed warlock, burned at the stake
Drilled a hole through my coffin when I turned in my grave
Off the hook like broke payphones
Spit lava like volcanoes, build new churches from old gravestones
Genius, screws loose and missing parts
This rogue angel throws halos instead of ninja stars
Skin shrouded with jungle spiders
Weaving webbed bullet-proof vests out of my muscle fibers
Mind's eye wider than Einstein's
Hold my last breath for twice as long as my original lifetime

[Hook]
It's Jinn Truff, Psiklone and Possessed
Only the best, combined as the components of death
We hope that you step in the cypher and get spat out
You better back down, back down x2