(Intro)

I think I'm crazy

I already think you're crazy

Hey, what was that?

What, was what?

That voice just now, what was it?

We didn't hear anything

I can hear voices

(Dan Morze distorted voice)

2kold

(Verse 1: 2kold)

I'm hearing voices in my head

And, I don't understand what they say

I wish they'd stop for a minute

So i can fucking concentrate

Sat down and all four legs broke off of my chair

Heard someone laughing behind me

Turned around, but nobody was there

(HAHAHA)

I'm pretty sure I'm being haunted by a poltergeist

Burn me alive and I bet I'll still be as cold as ice

I get excited when i hold a knife

Not that i can take someone's life{?}

So i can puncture their chest

Or their neck getting fucking sliced

A wild animal that can't be tamed

I've broken off the fucking chain

I'm ready to murder everyone in your family frame

Bodies disappear from coffins

With dirt scattered around the grave

Even yet[?]

God doesn't care what you to say (say, say say)

An army of the dead have been risen

We've boxed up for centuries

In an undergrown prison

Seeing visions from another realm

People pointing at me saying

(he isn't well!!!)

The devil wipes my ass when i visit hell

And as for well? well, im as well as can be

Im practicing telekinesis

I'll lift you off your fuckin feet

Im a freak, that creeps around your house

In a sheet while you sleep

So watch your fuckin mouth

Before you speak in your dream

Say the wrong thing

You'll find your family

Hanging from a tree

Thinking, poor old me!

With a number 2 branded on your cheek (cheek, cheek, cheek)

So be thankful i left you a present, you peasant

This worlds mine and im here to teach

All of you a lesson

So spread the message and feel my presence

Your peasant lives

Are about to turn depressing

When i grab a wrench

And smash your head in

I show no remorse

Because I'm emotionless

Numb from the opium

{?}null injections

Burning crucifixes and, I'm toastin' em'

I kick back and enjoy

The smell of the burning flesh

I'm sorry is that too tight? is the vice around your fuckin head?

Do you hear what i fuckin said?

I ain't gettin' no fuckin' responses

His eyes are open but

He hasn't blinked in minutes

I guess he's dead....

(Dan Morze distorted voice)

Xel

(Verse 2: Xel)

You see these demons inside

They leave nothing but fear and anxiety

What am i supposed to do

Ill feed them to the

Cenemics inside

Yet there's no one as sick as me

I'm poppin' pills

Until i got them chills

I'm eating an ounce of mushrooms

Till I'm singin' on top of hills

I'm out of mind

How do i rhyme

So many demons

How do i climb this latter

Your mind would shatter

Sit back, devour the lines

Cocaine drip until my veins split

I'm sick of the same shit

Go fuck yourself and fuck everyone that you came with

I'm an asshole, prick, dick

Whatever you wanna call it

What's in your wallet

Like capitalone im a hassle

Sick shit i spit wicked liquid[?]

And twist it out for the children

This ain't wutang im finna

Hop from the top of the building

I'm killin' cops and civilians

No regard for life

My bars are twice as sick as yours

My heart is ice, [?]

You better go guard your wife

Unless you want her

Raped and missing

Dropping her off

With no clothes

At the section 8 division

And i get accolades

From work with X-Acto blades

I'm giving them a clean shave

Go back for days, and Satan's risen

They call me Xel, I'm excellent

Bringing the pestilence

My name is Gabriel

But believe me

Im not heaven sent

Count the lies of all these

Fuckin pussies, yall considered spent[?]

Somebody needs to tell me

Where my motherfuckin' weapons went

Shit is fine, droppin' a tab of acid

Sniff a line

Chuggin' a 5th of wine

I spit divine, i said I'm just a mime

I'm vacant, like my mind ain't right though

Take a peek behind the curtains and you

Might find a psycho, or a pisspoor

Shoppin' at the thrift store

Before it was ever cool

You never fooled me

I'll make your wrist pour

You get that?

You'll never step to me

This ain't dubstep

And you ain't off of that ecstasy

You don't know the recipe[?]

I guess I'm dreamin'

Too many pain killers

Yes I'm screaming

Hearing voices in my head again

I guess the rest are demons

(Dan Morze distorted voice)

Prhyme Element

(Verse 3: Prhyme Element)

Hi Renee

Remember what shady did to your driveway?

I'm gonna grab a blade

And carve my name

Inside your moms face

Stitch your fathers ass together

Then I'll feed him all day

Dump a tank of gas

Light a match and

Watch you all blaze

You see last time

You called me crazy

I was goin nuts

But guess what?

I am crazy

I don't give a fuck

You couldn't place me in a mental home

That's low enough inside the earth that

Id still get rubbing alcohol[?] and blow it up

You think you know enough about me

But you don't bitch

I could make a thousand friends

Inside and empty ghost ship

Me and Stan Pinkett man[?]

Flowing on that dope shit

Use a pentagram to talk to Satan

Through my closed lips

Oh hell, he's talking to the devil son

Big L said: "I'm gonna step you up from level one"

Big pun showed me

How to stick a clip

Inside a gun

Every time i spit a verse

I make the instrumental run

Grab the pen

My bodies numb

Then my nose bled

Passed out and woke up

With crosses across my forehead

Four dead bodies across the floor

While i cross dress

A sacrificed dog and a horseless head

In a small shed

I don't give a fuck

I'll stick a dick in yo butt

Then ill stomp you on yo scrotum give you blistering nuts

What? huh?

Yo, this fucking voice in my head

Its like a can't control it

Unless I'm poisoned with meds

And even then instead of screaming

This motherfucker just whispers

I could grab a cat by the whiskers

Stab it with this verse

Pack a shotty

Let the shot in yo body disperse

If it hurts

I don't give a fuck

I'm busy fucking this nurse

I'm sick, worse

I got a bloody thirst to injure

I got a full freezer

With bodies colder than winter

Pale blue, i raped the devil in the pale moon

Fuck heaven yo

Ill see you faggots

Up in hell soon