just checkin my microphone once as i test your audio increase the bass response hopin the speakers blow i got no time to sit and flip and pop bullshit turn up your stereo hops insert the rhyme clip close your windows up make sure it s airtight e q the track exact so shit sounds right i rhyme of death and darkness and danger your crib or car becomes a torture chamber i lace my rhymes with violence what you expect sounds of pain the snap of a broken neck all alone in darkness i sit each night write my rhymes with blood upon a butcher knife you say the ice is ill and ill i am they try to ban my shit and i don t give a damn roll up your eye ll get swole up suckers who flexed yo their deaths got tolled up hold up plus i m not the nigga to toy with boy with the big mouth ya got time to riff there s time to take you out put a couple caps in your ass cut your head off send it to your moms with flowers cause i m so soft lay on your wack crew smoke the whole bunch bury em in my backyard and then i ll eat lunch cause i don t give a fuck about you or him or her whenever i m in the house a death just might occur is this real or fiction you ll never know while you re locked to the pulse of the rhyme flow once i lock you up you can t get loose you stuck your head inside and i placed the noose the mic drip juice slow from its steel mesh my words feel like hooks underneath your flesh makin you twist and turn scorch and burn when will you learn the 90s are my turn to pitch a vocal fit like the ultimate gangster rhyme yo i invented the shit watch me do it as i do it and i do it right grab the gauge duct tape on the flashlight don the black ski mask and come to your house cut off your power and do you with the lights out is this real or fiction well you ll never know while you re locked to the pulse of the rhyme flow a pool of blood and floatin body parts would make me grin a close view of a razor when it s breakin skin if you was burnin i d use gasoline to put you out cause i walk alone and choose the dark route nightmares gotta be loved by some and i m the one you wanna come bring your shotgun you ever seen your partner die no well i have you ever seen your father die no well i have you ever seen your mother die no well i have so shut the fuck up punk and clear the rhyme path what would make me feel calm and nice is a slow slice through your jugular and windpipe throw me in jail i won t even try to make bail put me in the gas chamber and watch me inhale is this true or false well you ll never know while you re locked to the pulse of the rhyme flow  jason tales from the crypt and the darkside another fly murder another suicide did these flicks have an influence on my brain i really doubt that shit i think that i was born insane when i was young i had a lust for knives and guns use a magnifying glass to fry an ant with the sun and on and on my love for death got bigger at fifteen i was placed behind a trigger although i m dirty not the one to be swept up step up i d love to open your chest up i ve got no concept of life or death placing my hands on your neck all i want is your last breath give me a motherfuckin break i should behave give me a motherfuckin shovel i ll dig graves i break ill in extra large portions where s your parents i ll make you an orphan so when you re talkin crazy you better think of me the i to the c to the e to the fuckin t there ll be no screams no tears or cries just a laser beam between your fuckin eyes you feel strange so now you know that you re locked to the pulse of the rhyme flow2