[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
What a tangled web we weave, first we practice to deceive
Earth mercury can't measure Fahrenheit of the hell degrees
How should it profit a man if he gains the world and lose his soul
But your pride has overwhelmed and the devil has gained control
For the wickedness (?) gain power in earthly measures
There's no coffin and no armored truck, no man would bury treasures
You murder for respect repeatedly, leave no true repentance
And for your wicked rap you lose your soul, eternal sentence
You rather perpetrate, put on a front 'cause of your pride
Now the demons on your back, taking you for that long ride
And anyone (?) and that's a pity
Eternally in a flaming city because of your envy
It may look good but ain't all is good for ya, that's a fact
Because of your perverted thoughts you dyin' from that pack
Stoppin' vengeance, we complete this (?) deadly row
(?) hell's carnival of soul