[Verse 1: CarnifexS]
Vicodin striking me, scythe in the psychic shit
Eyed on the side of me, colliding fight, it’s fit
Red everywhere the Beretta hit, better beware the Mercedes with
Setters of bets where death be the end, shred the best where the standard is
Position the witch in the stitching machine and coalition is with it
Mortician’s religion is itching for seams and no mission is sticking
To the brain dead head of Jack’s drunken savages, provoked
Two deranged weds led that mass murder massacre for hope
Fuck, was that too much or was it good blood?
Must orbit school buses, ragged hood getup
Shootings unexpectedly occur, gatted through the shuts
Gruesome gunned dead scene is worse than to imbue guts

[Verse 2: Murkman]
Aight, let’s get it poppin' off with some twenties, speaking of age, this ain’t gonna be sweet
What did you think this was gon' be n***as, caramel corn? Or them airhead blondies
Who probably don’t know what’s menstruating? I’ll tell you what’s strenuous
Makes men stress, it’s when pop-tards like y'all have me unload a full clip – here’s gun porn
I’ll combust you snuff fuckboys, until you hear the kernels in your bars, like ears of corn
There’s too much of it in the shit ignoramuses write, has me believe Hopsin’s penning your fuck wit, scripts
Who ironically contain no wit, their parents conceived as a brainchild when they were fuckin'
Would’ve been "Better Off Dead”, without that soft served ice cream shit
This ain’t the movies, get out of your margins? I’ll direct my shooting team to cut you down into fun size
And the film will roll, as for the ending? That’s “It” like the red nose, of you scrawny rapper clowns
I’m official the way I rap circles, like Monica’s orifice all up on Clinton’s ovals
Similarly how dopemen slobber over pipes, I'm nastier than them both
How I hock on the mic with my hemoptysis vocals, I have in these cords, is just bloodsport
That can harm you half-ass, have-nots in this harrowing flow
You homoerotic, haphazard hacks, got that Hepatitis H-type of skill
When it comes to sounding akin to ass on record, needing some hearing AIDS in your skulls
You’re butthurt, what the fuck’s worse? Sucking on each other’s mics onstage?
Pussies sounding, as if they're "Vaginal Monologues", invaded by a bukkake troupe
Funny, cause the way you boy scouts enunciate words, more as eunuchs giving fellatio
Your group requires analgesics, when I analyze how fecal that your bang-gang is to, on analogies
Next time you wanna step? Don’t be Pac at D.U. as their fag dancer, to challenge me
To end my car-eer, there’ll be no Dodg-ing or ramming, so avoid the tailgating

[Verse 3: Didact]
There’s a lot shit hidden, written in books and chapters
Decisions for censorship denying sense like a pastor is
Pastor says follow the word of God to know the God
Who murdered all to refresh the breathe of the human cause
Got laws, inscriptions in stones
Known to the bone by Orthodox drones
Confined to the space of they homes
Soon to see mankind fall like checkmate pieces
Erected dominoes, your kids won’t know
Santa ain’t the only one bringing snow, cops planting dough
On black man, the hood know, they bringing the tools
Wanting war, the perfect horror core, Obama wants our guns
Took everything, now the boy wanting more
Shit, declaration of Martial Law
Watching America and her sister countries fall like a New Year ball
Keep watch, guarantee Big brother he never stop
Get it, we the pawns, chess game on table top
Wait till they label us, say we friends then toss right under the bus
All for the greed, hunger and lust
Just reflect on the history of man, avoid distractions
No relaxing, stay aware, swear to whoevers name you speak through the air
Prayer to what you believe is stronger than scams like Obamacare
Label me, conspiracy theory
Scared what I speak is recognized as eerie
The fear in man blinds the thought process we own
This the type of shit that should be written on fucking stone

[Verse 4: The Deevil's Advocate]
Suffering, pain and misery
Literally encompassed by morbidity
The scheming emo, my prayers are a curse
Like I'm Tim Tebow, kneeling in reverse
Here I come so get theft prevention for your soul
Lower down the lotion when I put you right in a hole
Life is a stage--
But how the fuck could you play me if you don't know your role?
I'm a villain with out the monologue
Popping Ritalin in a synagogue
I've been getting panties knotted like the noose I'm gonna be hung from
Try to make it to my level, I'll crush your fingers once you hit the top rung
Dancing with death as I confess this
Atonement and penance don't flow with my murderous essence
Try to catch my underhanded vibes
You're typing shit? I'm backhanding your scribes
Stacking chips, counting cards and gambling with lives
They sat me down, told me to sign the contract and abdicate
But with these body bags convulsing it's hard to concentrate
With one flick of this wicked pen I cast a curse
If you're jeans were any tighter your capillaries would burst
Light it up, sacrifice em' to Moloch like a Canaanite
Leave their corpses roasting in the anthracite
One hand on the spine as my index slides in a line
Reciting the Malleus Maleficarum, witchery in it's prime
Demonic product of a botched seance in the back of a Best Buy
There should be supernatural supervision for the demons I'm possessed by
Somebody grab the manic handlers and a fire hose of holy water
Neck in a noose while I burn at the steak, execution for my life of wholly slaughter
My quill's drowning in ink, well, better call Lassie, hmph?
Speaking pithy sayings that throw a hex, my sinister axiom
I'll devour all of your squad's souls, whole, entrap them in my mind
Shatter a grandfather clock, lost track of time
Your rap squad couldn't mean less to me, they're all another step in my recipe
I'm sicker than kuru, blood streaming like Hulu
Find a corpse, exhume and consume, doing the cannibalism for the voodoo
Syringes, scalpels and hacksaws, awake during surgery, who knew?
Hanging in hell fire, heathens, heretics and hieroglyphics
In the middle of summoning revenants with hired mystics
Hanging from a ceiling fan, with wrists slit, suicidally sadistic
Hell of a heathen heckling halfhearted helpless hellions
Rest assured I'm causing unrest, sparking rebellions
This is black magic bitch, brewing potions with the alchemy
You cannot match this level, might as well bow to me
You wanna fuck with us, you must have no interest in living
Got a phone for speed dialing individuals who do professional sinning
Didact'll arrange it, Murk'll murder em', Carnifex'll chop em' up, and I'll eat the limbs
Toss a toaster in my bloodbath washing off my sins
We're the masterminds of mayhem
Constantly debauching your brain stem