text: {Korn electric guitar plays until 0:33}
  What you expected from his next of kin
  Im loco bro, but aint no Mexican
  I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
  A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while Im shittin
  The lesson from the Smith and Wesson is depressin
  Niggas keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question
  How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop
  And my body start to shake, if I should die before I wake
   + 
  Im here, Im watching you 
  Love, the flesh, my bloods pourin through 
  This, can be, reality 
  Wake, up, my dead face I see 
  My dead face I see, my dead face I SEE!!
  {Korn electric guitar w/ indistinct shouting}
  On your mark, get set, when I spark youre wet
  Look how dark it get when youre marked wit death
  Should I, start your breath or should I let you die
  If he start to cry, ask why?
  Lyrically, Im worshipped, dont front, the words sick
  You cursed it, but rehearsed it
  I drop unexpectedly like bird shit
  You herbs get, stomped quickly for raw Ts and show money
  Dont forget the publishin, Im punishin
  Im done wit them, son Im surprised you run wit them
  I think they got cumin, cause they nothin but bitch
  Tryna blow up like nitro wit dynamite sticks
  Mad I smoke, but yo I rock diamonds thats sick
  Got paper off my flow, ride wit my own click
  Take chicks to Cairo, layin wit yo bitch
  I know you playin you was rich
  Fuck you prick, when I see you Ima..
   + 
  I am here, Im watching you 
  Love, the flesh, my bloods pourin through 
  This, can be, reality 
  Wake, up, my dead face I see 
  My dead face I see , my dead face I SEE!!
  {Korn electric guitar w/ rock-n-roll singing til end}
  When I see you Ima.. when I see you Ima..