| I love it when that body drops |
| Keep killing rappers, never stop |
| I lift the blade, I make it drop |
| I tie you up then watch you rot |
| Like the leaves that fall from trees |
| I’m stomping, I could crush your dreams |
| Please don’t call me underground 'cause I reside deeper beneath |
| King Of Demons from the underworld where there is no release |
| Gaze upon my visage of perfection, it could make you weep |
| If a heathen tries my patience, I cannot abstain |
| I’ll rearrange his face in paper between XIII and 37 ways |
| Snap the bones then rake and scrape the tendons to tie up the break |
| And hang you by your skin on hooks and watch you dangle from your face |
| Your music is a waste of time, your time is a waste of mine |
| Flexing don’t mean shit when your existence is a waste of life |
| I’m catastrophic, getting gothic good 'cause I ain’t ever stopping |
| Popping trunks and knocking bass on every block I pull up, watch 'em |
| Every angle, mangle anybody coming with a halo |
| Dead bodies raising up simply just because I say so |
| OmenXIII demigodly, causing havoc when I want it |
| Snap my jaw and then I drop it, spewing knowledge like a prophet |