I'm the type of nigga that'll go and blow a hole in your cranium

The type people will pay to go see play up in big stadiums

I'm the anti-social anti-christ talking about hatred

Open-minded non-superstitious

Religion was, always thrown at me like a pass from Brady

Get off my dick, I'm not your baby, these feelings don't seem to phase me

Your head hitting the pavement, I'm the boneyard hooligan

Make you wanna get your pen and pad and go to school again

Biting my tongue, blood flowing like freestyle

Only speaking when the devil speaks first cause we're down like 6

Feet, driving a hearse in mint condition cause I failed my last mission

The masons told me to be back and have a fat sack

With hands starting to jack, to cum on backs (bunch of fags)

Distorted misfortune I'm tortured deep down

I sense more than jealousy when you decide to come around

And I told my that I am not a criminal

Yet every song I throw at you has some kind of subliminal symbolism

I kick sluts in the face like habits

But their dome, scoop their brains up then bag it

Cause I control minds and fornicate

But wait, it's not a little too late

Cause I'm tryna kick habits like I do a sluts face

But the paste spent on the road, it could've been a waste

But wait, it's not a little too late

Nope, it's never too late to be the great