Look how he walk

Look how he stalk

Look how bitches jaws drop

Foe lookin motherfuckers

Dont even know what to mock

They try to make him stop

They try

Try

Try

Try

Try

Try to get him to rot

All black soul that lurks within

Born in a dungeon with hell pourin from

Within

Send the dogs

Send the choppers

Send the scouts

That like to take pretty offers

Then have some corrupted authors

Conjure up some story about a man

Who went psycho but really he was hunted

By the pack of roaches without a title

Body bag

No body tag

Bloody rag

And a bloody bag

When and if he die it was not by

His own demisе

Bunch of lies

Petty spies

That rеally hoped hed die

A rebel against the system

So they wanna take him

Make it look accidental

Coincidental

Even detremental

Bright artist with so much hope

Lost his life

Not because of drugs

Or toxic wives

Not because he took other's lives

But because he was too

Bright

To be amongst those who hate the light

And so he put a fight

Didn't take the flight

Every word he wrote

Knew it was right

Every wrong he did

Alreaady paid the price

Look how he walk

Look how he stalk

Look how bitches jaws drop

Foe lookin motherfuckers

Dont even know what to mock

They try to make him stop

They try

Try

Try

Try

Try

{yell}

Cut him off from all deals

His destiny he knew was sealed

Born to die so like a ball of flames

He scorched the earth made sure they felt

Their demise

Death was always the prize

Always the pri---ze