Verse 1:
Hallucinating
Pitch Fork And Horns
I'm In A Cheap Motel, Slanging Dope And Whores
I Was Torn, From Out The Book Of Death
Muthafuckers Talk Shit I Guillotine They Heads
Delete My Threads I'll Skip The Meds
Ese Killer From The West
Watch For The Feds
A Pack Of Marlboro Reds
Candy Flip On X
Awoke With A Tech
And Released My Hex
On These Sucka Muthafuckers
Never Seen No Keys
C-O-N Pull A Strap
And The Whole Scene Freeze
Drug Themes
That Be A Junkies Dream
Ideal Clientele
I'll Make Your Mother A Fiend
White Sheets
Spread Across Them Streets
Enemies Know I'm Fatal
On These Phantom Beats
I Watch And Wait
Like The Brother Caine
The Prophecy Of Caine
Apocalyptic Rain
Chorus:
Mark Of The Beast
On These L.A. Streets
I'm Caught Up In The Mix
But I Gots To Feast
Higher Levels
I'm A Fallen Angel
And I Strangle Muthafuckers
Up In Airplane Hangers
Pentagrams
On The Birds Get Stamped
They Hit Southern Cal
And The Market Get Sacked
All Seeing Eye
G Rabbs Got Heat
Ese Enemies Deplete
He Got The Mark Of The Beast

Verse 2:
Walk Through The Flames Of Hell
And Not Get Burned
Ese Find A Muthafucker
Ese Capone E's A Worm
Ese Armed To The T (eeth)
I Came From Beneath
Ese 33rd Degree
Still A Rotten Seed
It Was Revealed
I Hit The One That Squealed
Rode Off In The Night
Destination Was Real
Then Pealed
His C-A-P For Real
Ese Rappers Wanna Scrap
But They Style Ain't I'll
For Example
I'll Bury All Your Camp
Punk Bitch Wanna Dance
Bullets Come So Fast
And They Knowing
My Murder Game Be Showing
Young Rabbs In The Mood
For Some Hood Destroying
Ese Dead In The Streets
Cause You Had No Heat
I Got 25 Nights
With Out No Sleep
From Cooking Glass
And Counting The Cash
Glock 40 In The Stash
See Lokota And Smash
Chorus:
Mark Of The Beast
On These L.A. Streets
I'm Caught Up In The Mix
But I Gots To Feast
Higher Levels
I'm A Fallen Angel
And I Strangle Muthafuckers
Up In Airplane Hangers
Pentagrams
On The Birds Get Stamped
They Hit Southern Cal
And The Market Get Sacked
All Seeing Eye
G Rabbs Got Heat
Ese Enemies Deplete
He Got The Mark Of The Beast

Verse 3:
Mouth And Eyes Sowed Up
It's Like The Dawn Of The Dead
I Seen An Enemy
I Had Shot In The Head
About 7 Years Back
I Took His Sack
Ese Caught His Ass Slipping
Where His Boys Be At
I Was Mad As Fuck
I Just Wanted Revenge
When It's On In The Streets
I Just Got To Avenge
It's Dead End
Harpys Gang I Said
Ese Hallow Point Shells
Is What The Desi Get Fed
Tarot Cards Get Read
A Terror Cell From Hell
A Sign Of The Times
Bring Riots In Jail
Red Horse Mean War
Escalades Get Torn
To Muthafucken Pieces
When The Homies Unload
I Came To Shore
Like A Navy Seal
Ese To Seal Your Death
With My Ancient Skills
And Brand You
So That The Streets Could See
How Muthafuckers Floss
A Fucken Chip Un Seen
Chorus:
Mark Of The Beast
On These L.A. Streets
I'm Caught Up In The Mix
But I Gots To Feast
Higher Levels
I'm A Fallen Angel
And I Strangle Muthafuckers
Up In Airplane Hangers
Pentagrams
On The Birds Get Stamped
They Hit Southern Cal
And The Market Get Sacked
All Seeing Eye
G Rabbs Got Heat
Ese Enemies Deplete
He Got The Mark Of The Beast