tell me to my eyes im a waste of life addicted to the pain dead man in disguise these flys circle round my soul like my haters that cant wait to see me go pecking order follow suite in the order in which they reap what they sow theres only one way this shit can flow down stream i can tell you want me to put my dreams on a boat and cut the rope fuck it thoe when the trust gets low i tend to take ur heart and chuck it fuck its broke its either life or death we chose this life sorta oversteped the battle lines fantasized of the comming of the Antichrist its dark in here we need some candle light so i can write some shit my fans will like... im no piano guy im a rap god in the form of your mascott im the last im ur future from the past i put on a mask when i rap as long as Trap Tactics wanna i couldent sell you dreams keepin pheens meltin glass and burnin there mamas screens with that evil greenery i im higher than the star on the top of a Christmas tree u enable me i fist u pussys who wanna be dissin me.. dont fuck with me i got that fuckery enough to cut ya deep guns and currlery in the trunk trust the Trap must be musty but i built it on front street with your money times were tough look me in the eyes and tell me how you had it rough