[Verse: Holocaust]

Guess who’s back in a baseball cap with a rusty axe

Creeping through the pumpkin patch to chop acts 'til something cracks

Half a dozen hacks, take it to fists, get lumped and smacked

Trojan guns attacks and crash against walls like drunken bats

That fly intoxicated by the lush tropical fruit

Grown from the trees, I fertilize with MCs

And read leaves, smoked out Killa Beez stinging your brain

On a dirt bike, in your rear-view, swinging a chain

Looking strange like bums on the train or boxcars

You get shot, scarred, knocked far and dropped hard

Rock bars when performing on earth, spin in the dirt

Then I buck MCs to let their ass know they couldn’t fuck with me

Constructing these dynamite rhymes, exploding twice

While you drown in arctic waters with penguins and floating ice

Slice your throat with your own shoulder blade, Black Knight brigade

March through gates, bum the stage with a parade straight from the grave

Dead slaves with the ropes still attached, shackled and chained

You move, now enchanted, my rhymes tackle your brain

Wrap up your frame, the jackal with fangs sample your veins

I’m from the outskirts, where it rains shrapnel and flame

Deranged, abnormal, and lonely, you couldn’t hold me

I’m drunk, lean back with a blunt, sipping a 40