Cult Leader's leader, the skull wrapped up like a fajita
Intensive care you'll gettin' Malvin off to the heater
Homie don't fear the reaper, I make murder respectable, turn your cronies to vegetables, burn your vibe in the decimals!
DNA the resin, the exit wounds hysterical, like Burt Reynolds with no stache I blast for the federals
Hash medicals, Miss Sophie Monk smashin' her genitals, Supercoven American Team, scientists and generals
I'm clever, kid, I spit to Death Metal on etiquette, I kettle bake 'em like bagels, torture chicks to Exodus
Strike of the Beast, the human disease, human crack, my raps are rugged cyanide shit killer for whole track!
My Hebrew cartel are beatin' the odds, up in the booth like it's a session from the Blizzard of Ozz
Spit the crimson bars, burn you like an angel in Heaven, triple six like Junior M.A.F.I.A., except on the reverend