They thought I was done after the first run

Like where the fuck you getting all these words from

Let me warn ya cause this is only verse oneHunt rappers with my heat vision turned on

Bloody gore give me more it′s a turn on

Split your jaw with the force of a curb stomp

You were wrong if you clicked for a church song

Your foster parents are dead, Edward Furlong

I emerge from, below

Dirt on, my clothes

You front, you'll be the first one to go

So hold your head cause we going down fast

Ya better keep it moving like you stuck in outlast

I′ve been an outcast since the days of formula

Pain turns to pleasure rearranged euphoria

There's horse tranquilizer in the drink I'm pouring ya

So if you nodding off it′s not because I′m boring ya

We got one life to live one mic to rip

For windpipes I need one knife to stick

City kid I hop walls and fences

Born between the bricks and the exhaust stenches

Below the bridge you better pack those blankets

Cause winter here is colder than a fatboy sandwich

So let the madness begin like H.S

The gods gave me the gift like H.S

To break necks all it takes is a fingersnap

Tape stop bring it back

I'm in the back with the dope pushers

Marinating on a scheme like my brain was in a slow cooker

The no need for a hook type, never shook type

I don′t do it by the book type

The better watch where you look type

You know the type so

See me stride on the path of the psycho

You're messing with a motherfuckin′ maniac

Bane vs Bruce Wayne now it's time to break a back

Mad scientist in a lab full of paper stacks

Ain′t nobody home in my dome when I make a track

Grab ya by your skull and I press till I make it crack

Walking through the park with ya blood on my Lakers cap

I lay 'em flat like a big piece of bacon fat

Bones... when the jaws of the gator snap

No cap just a blade and a hockey mask

Set up camp on your grave and I sleep in a bodybag

You know my catalogue, this is the shit you only play in hours after dark

I had to make it through the mud and wear the battle scars

And then I made a couple bucks and I went hella hard

Now I go crazy on these cuts like broken bottle shards

You know when Vicious starts to bust I rip your ass apart

Now shut the fuck up, there's nothing more to say

A wizzard with the wordplay, I was born this way

And I′ll stay kill the game at the age of 48

When none of all you babies still relate to Tory Lanez

So fuck you fake snake motherfuckers in my face

I beat ′em up, tie 'em up, stuff ′em in a cage

I'm iller than disease that the government creates

Sicker than a used torn rubber full of aids

I burn ′em at the stake like the dark ages

The smoke makes your lungs fail even worse than a SARS patient

I snap when I rap like McGregor's left leg

You tap like I just arm barred ya damn neck

Back for more give me the floor

I think it′s time to settle the score

The letters on the Ouija board form the bars that I record

A story even trap lore ross couldn't afford

To cover without consequences

Better stay indoors is what your common sense says

The smell of dead flesh and burning headsets

Means you already exhaled your last breath

Sleep tight