[Verse 2: Rozz Dyliams]
I am the ghost who hover over your house
Convincing you to pick the gun up and then open your mouth
Now all these scary thoughts in your head we gon' push to the back
So now in the back of your skull it's a hole in it now
Holding it down the rag of ether soaked in it now
Performing operations on you using notes that I found
Only holding on to sterile white coke in my snout
I'm timid til' I put the foe fifth to your dome and go blow
Cloaked in a (?) a black fabric ivy bags dripping acid closer to God with every second flayed up like a slab of salmon
This is what you get you stupid hideous worthless rat
Bastard just for being alive at the same timе that I was on this planet