[Verse 1: CarnifexS]

Vicodin striking me, scythe in the psychic shit

Eyed on the side of me, colliding fight, it’s fit

Red everywhere the Beretta hit, better beware the Mercedes with

Setters of bets where death be the end, shred the best where the standard is

Position the witch in the stitching machine and coalition is with it

Mortician’s religion is itching for seams and no mission is sticking

To the brain dead head of Jack’s drunken savages, provoked

Two deranged weds led that mass murder massacre for hope

Fuck, was that too much or was it good blood?

Must orbit school buses, ragged hood getup

Shootings unexpectedly occur, gatted through the shuts

Gruesome gunned dead scene is worse than to imbue guts

[Verse 2: Murkman]

Aight, let’s get it poppin' off with some twenties, speaking of age, this ain’t gonna be sweet

What did you think this was gon' be niggas, caramel corn? Or them airhead blondies

Who probably don’t know what’s menstruating? I’ll tell you what’s strenuous

Makes men stress, it’s when pop-tards like y'all have me unload a full clip – here’s gun porn

I’ll combust you snuff fuckboys, until you hear the kernels in your bars, like ears of corn

There’s too much of it in the shit ignoramuses write, has me believe Hopsin’s penning your fuck wit, scripts

Who ironically contain no wit, their parents conceived as a brainchild when they were fuckin'

Would’ve been "Better Off Dead”, without that soft served ice cream shit

This ain’t the movies, get out of your margins? I’ll direct my shooting team to cut you down into fun size

And the film will roll, as for the ending? That’s “It” like the red nose, of you scrawny rapper clowns

I’m official the way I rap circles, like Monica’s orifice all up on Clinton’s ovals

Similarly how dopemen slobber over pipes, I'm nastier than them both

How I hock on the mic with my hemoptysis vocals, I have in these cords, is just bloodsport

That can harm you half-ass, have-nots in this harrowing flow

You homoerotic, haphazard hacks, got that Hepatitis H-type of skill

When it comes to sounding akin to ass on record, needing some hearing AIDS in your skulls

You’re butthurt, what the fuck’s worse? Sucking on each other’s mics onstage?

Pussies sounding, as if they're "Vaginal Monologues", invaded by a bukkake troupe

Funny, cause the way you boy scouts enunciate words, more as eunuchs giving fellatio

Your group requires analgesics, when I analyze how fecal that your bang-gang is to, on analogies

Next time you wanna step? Don’t be Pac at D.U. as their fag dancer, to challenge me

To end my car-eer, there’ll be no Dodg-ing or ramming, so avoid the tailgating

[Verse 3: Didact]

There’s a lot shit hidden, written in books and chapters

Decisions for censorship denying sense like a pastor is

Pastor says follow the word of God to know the God

Who murdered all to refresh the breathe of the human cause

Got laws, inscriptions in stones

Known to the bone by Orthodox drones

Confined to the space of they homes

Soon to see mankind fall like checkmate pieces

Erected dominoes, your kids won’t know

Santa ain’t the only one bringing snow, cops planting dough

On black man, the hood know, they bringing the tools

Wanting war, the perfect horror core, Obama wants our guns

Took everything, now the boy wanting more

Shit, declaration of Martial Law

Watching America and her sister countries fall like a New Year ball

Keep watch, guarantee Big brother he never stop

Get it, we the pawns, chess game on table top

Wait till they label us, say we friends then toss right under the bus

All for the greed, hunger and lust

Just reflect on the history of man, avoid distractions

No relaxing, stay aware, swear to whoevers name you speak through the air

Prayer to what you believe is stronger than scams like Obamacare

Label me, conspiracy theory

Scared what I speak is recognized as eerie

The fear in man blinds the thought process we own

This the type of shit that should be written on fucking stone

[Verse 4: The Deevil's Advocate]

Suffering, pain and misery

Literally encompassed by morbidity

The scheming emo, my prayers are a curse

Like I'm Tim Tebow, kneeling in reverse

Here I come so get theft prevention for your soul

Lower down the lotion when I put you right in a hole

Life is a stage--

But how the fuck could you play me if you don't know your role?

I'm a villain with out the monologue

Popping Ritalin in a synagogue

I've been getting panties knotted like the noose I'm gonna be hung from

Try to make it to my level, I'll crush your fingers once you hit the top rung

Dancing with death as I confess this

Atonement and penance don't flow with my murderous essence

Try to catch my underhanded vibes

You're typing shit? I'm backhanding your scribes

Stacking chips, counting cards and gambling with lives

They sat me down, told me to sign the contract and abdicate

But with these body bags convulsing it's hard to concentrate

With one flick of this wicked pen I cast a curse

If you're jeans were any tighter your capillaries would burst

Light it up, sacrifice em' to Moloch like a Canaanite

Leave their corpses roasting in the anthracite

One hand on the spine as my index slides in a line

Reciting the Malleus Maleficarum, witchery in it's prime

Demonic product of a botched seance in the back of a Best Buy

There should be supernatural supervision for the demons I'm possessed by

Somebody grab the manic handlers and a fire hose of holy water

Neck in a noose while I burn at the steak, execution for my life of wholly slaughter

My quill's drowning in ink, well, better call Lassie, hmph?

Speaking pithy sayings that throw a hex, my sinister axiom

I'll devour all of your squad's souls, whole, entrap them in my mind

Shatter a grandfather clock, lost track of time

Your rap squad couldn't mean less to me, they're all another step in my recipe

I'm sicker than kuru, blood streaming like Hulu

Find a corpse, exhume and consume, doing the cannibalism for the voodoo

Syringes, scalpels and hacksaws, awake during surgery, who knew?

Hanging in hell fire, heathens, heretics and hieroglyphics

In the middle of summoning revenants with hired mystics

Hanging from a ceiling fan, with wrists slit, suicidally sadistic

Hell of a heathen heckling halfhearted helpless hellions

Rest assured I'm causing unrest, sparking rebellions

This is black magic bitch, brewing potions with the alchemy

You cannot match this level, might as well bow to me

You wanna fuck with us, you must have no interest in living

Got a phone for speed dialing individuals who do professional sinning

Didact'll arrange it, Murk'll murder em', Carnifex'll chop em' up, and I'll eat the limbs

Toss a toaster in my bloodbath washing off my sins

We're the masterminds of mayhem

Constantly debauching your brain stem