[Verse 1] Welcome to the land of misery Where my delivery strikes with madness Hearts explode from a touch of the .44 blastin (Party) By the killas from the Midwest You can scream all you want but there's no help As I see your destiny ends in the hands of me Black talons rippin through yo body The sight of a blood scene Murder is what I fiend For I saw the darkest hour The clock ticks twelve You feel the wrath of my power
What you gon do when all these niggas collide? I got so many mentalities I'll show you outside (Deadly) Clever kill is my fourtay Cuttin off victim's nipples My murder is foreplay Can't even fuck with mine I'm crazier than Dahmer, Charlie Manson combined (One of a kind) Diabolic Shimbolic Face the infernal Evil demon And I can make you eternal
[Hook x2] Trauma Brain I'mma Inflictin pain on a Nigga with homa- Cidal shit me whole persona Nervous Lyrics at yo, service You heard us Murderous Demons they comma When shootin like the chrome llama
[Verse 2] An introduction to my murderous plot I got so many wicked ways And they start on yo block (One) Label you my bitch (Two) I let you know (Three) Execution Drag you out yo do' Nobody to witness I call it habit You call it a verbal sickness Damagin with a quickness Describe the feelin while I rip you apart I get evil when the day but even worse after dark (Murda)
(Murda) Killin It just don't stop (Homocidal) The 12 gauge left you up and down But another victim called the D-E-A-D Listen to that underground massacre terror Seize the streets Feel my heat (WHOOO!) The N9ne amira Killa Got me goin Like Donald Owens The cannabis Got me deep like the abyss So I sit back relax Warm it up like cris A bruised the fist of fury When step into me I 8-1-6 that mothafuckin ass in Missouri Or should I say the land of misery Where life's fucked up Disguise like yo shadow when I buck ya (BLAH! BLAH!)
[Verse 3] Ammit, ammit Trauma, trauma You's a gonner gonner Tecca Nina like vaginas, I bring trauma Make niggas swing on a Ding-a-ling I'm gonna flunda Irritable, formitable Right now, hit em in the middle of Rogue Dog, straight showed y'all That I'll be game, anyone wanna know what's the deal The simple fact is that I'll flip ya, flip ya for real I'm at ya But when I get rhymer block, I need some ginacock Right after that fact I'm like a bull in a China shop Six pluses believe it I'll be the bomb one day If my shit was droppin in a week, today is Palm Sunday One week ticket to Necrosis Focus on music like Mr. Holland's Opus, notice (I'm) Still kickin hocus pocus Witch craft, whiplash, kick ass Rhyme flows, sign up the timed shows So I'm not behind hoes Divine souls, plottin to kill all the demons In the killa many killins plenty separable pillins These rappers now (I'll swallow yo soul, swallow yo soul) This underground (I gotta explode, gotta be cold) Nina's bold They couldn't kill me if they sent Dahmer (why?) Demons they comma when shootin like the chrome llammaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
