(Verse 1-M.1.3.)

Joseph fuckin Stalin

Butcher you and your family

Shove the dead bodies in some coffins

Dump gasoline on them, light them up with matches

Till there nothing but bones and ashes

As you see crazy isn't the case

I'm fuckin deranged

Eat half of your face and let the rest of it hang

Now I down in my basement

Snorting up some Cain with rick James

Ain't sign with tech, but I am a bit strange

I like the feeling when I cutting my wrist with a switchblade

Start cleaning the wound out with lemonade

Cut your head off, and lick the machete blade

Shoot you with a mac-10

And you do a backspin

When I hear the voices in my head I answer

Eating whack rappers

Like my name is... cancer

Spitting fifty rhythms a minute

While eating a tablespoon full of cinnamon

Like I'm the reincarnation of 1998's Eminem