text: Talk old days when the rain wont stop
  When you step into my parlor then you gotta get shocked
  At my lightning bolt, so watch on where you walk
  In a second I can met you - make a mess - Ill need a mop
  Underneath all of these sediments
  Theyre the ones that tell me dirty and been claiming a nemesis
  I am the motherfucking Genesis
  I was the first one to write in The Album of Venomous
  I might just come with the fire
  Imma run and fuckin plan it for my own and then retire
  Cut up my veins up and rewire
  Imma be the only one living when everybody is expired
  Cut up your fingers and toes
  Now you take a pose
  Youre looking at the Holy Ghost
  Cut up your fingers and toes
  Now you take a pose
  Youre looking at the Holy Ghost
  Fuck all my days gone, and all of my nights
  Wish I knew how I waste those - Ive lost my mind
  Wait until I see my halo - this light too bright
  Get the fuck out my face hoe, I dont need a bitch here to blow up my high
  Yea
  Look where I lost it
  Been chillin wit Martians
  And burnin some crosses
  Yo shit make me nauseous
  You ain’t wit the forces
  Nigga croak if you froggy
  Decipher the supper
  Don’t search for a lover
  Let me rot in my dungeon
  Everybody got guns but they don’t want war
  Everybody can fly but they don’t wanna soar
  Niggas talk shit, in my face act sweet
  You’d take your life from the shit I see
  Shoot em in the face till they can’t ID
  Death all around everywhere I peep
  Lost, and I ain’t right
  Frost, when I make life
  Creep in the dark, cause I burn in the daylight
  Charge a bitch for my dick, cause ain’t shit free
  And sell a feature to her boyfriend for the same price
  Niggas faking round want my shine 
  Send a couple bullets through your spine 
  Bakin niggas like a fuckin apple pie 
  Tuggin at your soul, I let my demons pry