Insult the cult yer future's casket, ima break a cassett tape and stab u with the plactic, so bleed beautifully, roll up yer shirt, strap on a belt and start shootin me..
you'll get nuthin from my pockets, the only thing u got sewed up is your eye sockets..
Bitch I don't gotta answer you. How bout I cancel you? Bury you with Satan, smoke up and do a dance for you
I'm pullin yer cards kid, I see the ace of spades, death is in your future watch it parade to your face with blades..