i'm the sickest wicked ticket runnin underneath the pavement for your worst nightmare
i'm that dead ringer bitch. sit back and watch this fire rain from my fingertips
i'm something in the dark that goes bump in the night
that made the shit run down ya leg from straight up horror and freight
and you can take the villanis killas from your history pages
i bet i bitch slap em all and have em locked up in cages
reptilious skin
spit venom enemies i see em then send on eternal tours with no perdium. i make demands not statements and i end em like periods. i bleed em all like kotex and i ain't even furious
curious
to see yo face when you in pain
its distorted like my life since i fell from higher plains. descended with fire rain
you can call me the main
i'm kinda like a rolling stone i hope ya guess my fuckin name. i'm the angel that's fallen
the evil that's callin' but can you. i'm the hate in ya heart that tears you apart but can you. i'm the reason for sin
the killer of men but can you. can you. get fired up ill blow
just like handgrenades
pinless
no bullshit
or nonsense just beating bitches senseless. yo defenses
are futile
similar to resistance
proceed the offensive
to end yo existance. throw a curse. a hex a vex you stuck with it
you don't wanna go there
i'm not to be fucked with
and if you speakin about me you don't wanna be critical
ill make it unforgettable
call me unfuckwithable. see my vipergated tongue and the hiss you hear and the chilling down ya back when i kiss ya ear. it ain't clear my real appearance
but some will guess but don't none of that shit matter when ya bones leave ya flesh. i could come into ya hood and find the meanest fiendest thugs then tear em right in half with one hand and a shrug
there's no tellin yo demise when i look into yo eyes you might be turned into stone or raped by maggots and flies. i'm the angel that's fallen
the evil that's callin' but can you. i'm the hate in ya heart that tears you apart but can you. i'm the reason for sin
the killer of men but can you. can you. i'm bringin 7 signs
7 seals 7 x pills creator of the twelve plagues and this is how the next feels i'm the only one i hope ya heard me bitch. don't believe it then divide 6 by 36. you don't need davinci's code
you can do it my way
take that 6 from 36 and you can call it my day
take away 20 more and you figure out the month. that's the real fuckin deal the next day is a front
i'm all that's fuckin wicked sick from serpents to spiders. big wig corporations smut writers and fighters from your lies and excuses to ya lustin for honey the voice that kills your fuckin concious have ya killin for money
i could come into ya house go for ya gun ya fumble
like foreman and ali bring the rumble to the jungle now ya family's in trouble
better hurry on the double
turnin up the fuckin heat until ya fuckin skin bubble. i'm the angel that's fallen
the evil that's callin' but can you. i'm the hate in ya heart that tears you apart but can you. i'm the reason for sin