Murder everyone in the pack where my wolves at

Matte black savage, mac 11 in my backpack

Keep a ball gag for you rappers with a backslash

Hammer on these beats like I’m MC or a anvil

Pistol in my lap

Fn if you steppin but a razor don’t jam

So I keep it cold sheathed tongue n cheek

For the weak minded sheep

Im always sleeping with a couple eyes wide open

I am the lord of you all

Even when I’m trippin no I will never fall back

Stepping over dead matches fill my blunt with your ashes

And now I’m choking from your lack of abscess

Did you see what happened to the last cast?

Murdered em now they are in my trash bag

Passed them with a inhale that ship set sail

I don’t ever wanna be like you!

Do you see the leaves fall?

Do you see how you feel when I breathe wrong

I am the lord of you all

I am the lord of you all

Do you see the leaves fall?

Do you see how you feel when I breathe wrong

I am the lord of you all

I am the lord of you all

Lord just murdered every body with a passion

Ever since I started it I knew I’d end your passion

At least I’m not a has been

Every other poet with another rhyme end line

Who do you think you are talking to?

I’m the lord of the death and I follow you

I’m the lord of the hollows but the depths are your best

Bet you will feel my pain when they swallow your soul

Bitch