Chaos & What?!?
Even Thou Yer A Kid Wit’ A Rifle…
Does Not Mean My Spittin’ Is Final, I Slay the Most Important, Since the Spirit Is Vital
And U Cud Say It Was an Accident That When I Was Born, I Took a Piss in the Bible
So When I Aint Killin’; I Bought A Copy Of It… One from the Main Millions
Got Bored, So I Read It from Back to Front and Ended Up Writing the Saint Cyprian
After Signing Some Autographs, I Went To Church, While Choppin’ ‘Em Thugs
They Asked Me To Drink The Essence Of Christ From A Goblet Of Blood…
And I Ended Up Vomitin’ Mud…
But I’m Still Loyal Tha Drugs! And My Blissful Sins Are Still Long from Arms Reach
As I Deeply Inhale the Scent of a Bong Mold Made Of Tombstone Concrete
Even High, I Write Rhymes That Are Way Sicker, Dope Makes Me Stay Iller..?
Pff, Just Wait, Listen!
Cuz I Once Had To Take the Job of Grave-Digger to Pay for A Mo’Fuckin’ Train Ticket
I’ma Cold Assassin, a Pain Killer! “Momma Told Me To Go Play, Buh I Got No Homies, Mother!
Is It Cuz I Slowly Smother? Or Just Becuz I Once Drowned A Preach In Holly Water?
Buh They Dun Know Me, Father!” ‘Shame Others Just Wanna Get an Equal Brain
A Cheaper Vein! Others Even Adopt the Reaper’s Name, but End up Reap’d the Same
Enuff of Shit and Stains…
I Rip With The Grace In Split Sec’s.. Tha Greatest Hit, Man, Born To Kill and Rape the Inbreds
And If A Preach Dares Once To Bitch-Slap Me… He’ll Know I Possess the Face of Pinhead
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