[The youngest boss.]

I lost my passion... fuck a job, I'd rather rob for cash, I'm awesome at it
I just want to be the rotten bastard that got abandoned, not an honest man, guess I got my father's habbits
I was gone and askin' God for answers - but now the monster's back with only thoughts of madness
Still a constant savage causing havoc...
Chop off your head and deliver it on a platter like John the Baptist
I've been sick from the start, wicked and dark - your skin, I'ma wear it
Let sharp instruments carve into your heart and pick you apart like Richard Ramirez
Put the blade to your wife and make you put your faith into Christ
'Cause I play with a knife big enough to make even the most avowed atheist pray for his life
Contemplating which way I'ma strike - cut your throat with an axe or get choked 'til you can't breathe
Brains blown in the back seat while my flows make the rap scene look like it's being directed by Roman Polanski
Alfred Hitchcock, my lines're mean - just from one read, you can tell that my mind's obscene
'Cause you get the same feelin' when watching a horror film...
It's like seeing Freddy silence screams in someone's dying dream when I write a scheme
Hybrid beast, Iron Sheik slammin' opponents
Iron piece leave the back of your skull split...
Cannibal cloaked with my hands on the chrome and plastic explosives, spineless freak with no grasp of emotion
Ever since I was born and an infant, I've been infatuated with gore...
My stories're twisted, like forcing a victim to torture his children by torching their skin and
Throw 'em in a scorpion pit, the coroner givin' your corpse an incision
The reason why your organs're missin' - douse you in flames and make flower arrangements...
I'm keeping florists in business when I put an end to a mortal's existence
Warrior wisdom, my slaughters're vicious - you ain't safe when Beretta's close
You even think about takin' a step, I'll make the brain in your head explode...
Scraping your flesh and bones, my aim is like Sektor's scope splittin' your frame in Aggressor mode
Stuck between an angel and devil, there's no place for my wretched soul
'Cause I pray to the heavens...
But then hear a voice tellin' me to put eight in this Tec and spray with a vengeance, I'm Satan's genetic clone
Draped in synthetics, my face isn't ever shown...
Changing your fate when there's weapons thrown - got razors to sever throats and sabers from Elder Scrolls
Blades're impressive, my name's sacred and etched in stone
They hate that I'm wreckless...
But I made my way through the trenches and there's not a stain on this legend's throne