| You know we can’t stand each other |
| Don’t get in my face |
| There’s nothing in you (There's nothing in you!) |
| You’re foul and empty (You're foul and empty!) |
| I wanna tear you all apart |
| Get out of my space |
| I been lied to, torn apart, might do |
| Something evil, I’m twisted and I’m pissed |
| I’m a typhoon, doing the blow is my doom |
| And I’m sinking deeper in abyss |
| All the hard shit is building up, I’m lost, shit |
| Every second of day I’m getting high, bitch |
| Lost it, lost my mind, lost it |
| Doing crazy shit, I’m fuckin' blasted |
| I can’t stop feelin' bad |
| The pain is coming back |
| No, I won’t eat for days |
| 'Cause I’m not worthy of grace, no! |
| Solar eight-string bringing out all the magic |
| Roland JD-X&A be my gadget |
| Flying in space, left my base like I’m Ratchet |
| Everybody knows that I’m up to some bad shit |
| Feeling like dirt, but I’m still steady swaggin' |
| But I don’t flex, I ain’t dumb, never bragging |
| Straight out the mud like a motherfucking maggot |
| Came, fucked 'em up, underworld I inhabit |