I just might shoot at my fans

P**y boy pull up yo pants

I'm lit with the devil we dance

He used take me out to France

Drawin out a pentagram

I'm sacrificin all the ham, Killin goats

In a trance, The keys to the crypt’s in my hands

Shadow scythe to you neck

Okami no kill call me death

I'm laying low, I confess

But keep on talking p**y boy you'll be next

I don't really want b**h

I don't really spray no clip

My wrist ain't even got no slits

But keep it up, You'll have a blade to lips

Guard dog of the pit, That all I is

Gone & call me a b**h, I put my seed upon a witch

She like my abuse, She beg for the whip

I don't really need no homies

Don't give a f**k if I'm lonely

I don't need a b**h to blow me

All of you rappers are so weak

Got a samurai sword on my back

Always in my studio just making tracks

Metal in my headphones

If you wanna stay alive you better head home

Smoking on my dope

Got a blunt in my hand

I don't care about bands

Got a knife in my back

Yeah I'm smoking on my dope

Got a blunt in my hand

I don't care about bands

Got a knife in my back

I'ma stab her twice

Cut my hand with the knife

F**k the devil's wife

That b**h has a collar with spikes

M be f**g these dikes

I be killing these mics

Understand what I'll do for a fight

It's the a Apocalypse

During the dark eclipse

I can feel her cold lips

Flip the crucifix

Take out the sword

Slit the wrist of landlord

Choke him with a cable chord

Put him under the floorboard

Leave you dead for the horde

After I take hit and get the reward

I'm the rapper you can't afford