fuck you and your platinum chains i d rather rip out your intestines and wear it on my neck just the same makin a charm outta your brain and havin the gall to give it away to your moms and pops in the box marked remains blood stains these veins in a way that i can only explain as insane the world s gonna celebrate when i hang and i just hope that it s on tv like saddam hussein and i just hope that you could be me for just one day then you would get a better sense of what the fuck i say i said bitches ain t shit god bless the dead and fuck every last bitch that won t give up some head i smoke 15 packs in a day and i m getting worried now cause every time i cough my hearing is getting blown i ain t a hater player just ain t no suckas allowed and you and that bitch that was dancing are just way out of bounds it came with the dark where most were fast asleep creeping looking for blood down in the neighborhood streets if you get caught in the gaze of his evil eyes you will know true horror as your body slowly dies yo black magic devil horns wake the dead when we perform we ll weigh more bodies and dead by dawn ill child black label society we zack wylde on you bitches so live in fear of the enemy my conscious told me let it be but fingers had a remedy to kill em all and split up they atoms just like it s chemistry extract skin from your face like a plastic surgeon and leave you twitching in pain screaming behind the curtain i m for certain with a look like bloody face uncle frank most of these home grown killas claiming that they dank when they shit ready to sink water log like marsh lagoons while we re mid transformation alive inside the cocoons nursing them wounds of many battles turn cities to tombs growing close to the end so what the fuck we got to lose straight killas with enough ammunition to take the planet to war most of these villains don t even know what they re dying for  sight of the blood makes me wicked takes me to another place falling in love can t be controlled but i know that it s bound to change all of my life and all of the times the chemicals are a friend to me can t be controlled in search of result the monster s got the best of me and i will choke and stab and separate the feelings from me as i continue to change in search of the things i really want to be it s not a fear the monster is alive and in me but i pray i pray to the lord every night i go to sleep it s not a fear but if i should die before i awake but i pray i pray to the lord my soul be afraid