| Hoody thrown up with my back to the breeze |
| They don’t give a fuck about me |
| They don’t give a fuck about OmenXIII |
| All black shirt, all black jeans |
| Heart used to hurt, I got scars on my sleeve |
| Riding with demons, we riding with dreams |
| If we playing the game, then we playing for keeps |
| I creep in the alleys, I murder the beats |
| You can stay in your lane but you staying with lames |
| We not the same, we not the same |
| Fuck all the fame, bitch, we play different games |
| I’m tryna eat, I’m just tryna maintain |
| My sanity, I’m not one to detain |
| 'Cause my brain trained to kill anything in my way |
| So I kill then I devastate |
| Permeate bodies, repeat 'til the hurt away |
| I could exterminate life with more wrath than Cthulhu |
| Reduce it to dust if I see it reduceable |
| Animate bodies through voodoo, a guru |
| That decimates light with the shadows as usual |
| Ending mankind, just because I could do it |
| Who knew I’d turn into a demi-god, something immovable |
| Now if I look to the sky it’s just me on this rock with nobody to prove it to |