Stroll through the dark conditions; I stone you till I see sparks of friction.
I chop ya like a coal miner, then combine the drug and mix it with your blood.
Some more? I give you some more and watch you crawl; guts hit the floor, worms exit your pores.
I trick ya, ha, then I'm quick to syringe deep into my thoughts and bust out your skin.
You scream; portraits of inflictable pain. You can't stand.
You're up to your hands in quick sand. You're sinking and sinking deep into the earth.
My thoughts was possessed since the first day of birth.
My mental says its my turn to possess the matter; stab you with a dagger of jacob's ladder.
Thoughts become shattered, confused, and tragic; fiery thoughts of gravediggaz....