They Thought I Was Done After The First Run
Like Where The Fuck You Getting All These Words From
Let Me Warn Ya Cause This Is Only Verse OneHunt Rappers With My Heat Vision Turned On
Bloody Gore Give Me More It′s A Turn On
Split Your Jaw With The Force Of A Curb Stomp
You Were Wrong If You Clicked For A Church Song
Your Foster Parents Are Dead, Edward Furlong
I Emerge From, Below
Dirt On, My Clothes
You Front, You'll Be The First One To Go
So Hold Your Head Cause We Going Down Fast
Ya Better Keep It Moving Like You Stuck In Outlast
I′ve Been An Outcast Since The Days Of Formula
Pain Turns To Pleasure Rearranged Euphoria
There's Horse Tranquilizer In The Drink I'm Pouring Ya
So If You Nodding Off It′s Not Because I′m Boring Ya

We Got One Life To Live One Mic To Rip
For Windpipes I Need One Knife To Stick
City Kid I Hop Walls And Fences
Born Between The Bricks And The Exhaust Stenches
Below The Bridge You Better Pack Those Blankets
Cause Winter Here Is Colder Than A Fatboy Sandwich
So Let The Madness Begin Like H.S
The Gods Gave Me The Gift Like H.S
To Break Necks All It Takes Is A Fingersnap
Tape Stop Bring It Back
I'm In The Back With The Dope Pushers
Marinating On A Scheme Like My Brain Was In A Slow Cooker
The No Need For A Hook Type, Never Shook Type
I Don′t Do It By The Book Type
The Better Watch Where You Look Type
You Know The Type So
See Me Stride On The Path Of The Psycho

You're Messing With A Motherfuckin′ Maniac
Bane Vs Bruce Wayne Now It's Time To Break A Back
Mad Scientist In A Lab Full Of Paper Stacks
Ain′t Nobody Home In My Dome When I Make A Track
Grab Ya By Your Skull And I Press Till I Make It Crack
Walking Through The Park With Ya Blood On My Lakers Cap
I Lay 'em Flat Like A Big Piece Of Bacon Fat
Bones... When The Jaws Of The Gator Snap
No Cap Just A Blade And A Hockey Mask
Set Up Camp On Your Grave And I Sleep In A Bodybag
You Know My Catalogue, This Is The Shit You Only Play In Hours After Dark
I Had To Make It Through The Mud And Wear The Battle Scars
And Then I Made A Couple Bucks And I Went Hella Hard
Now I Go Crazy On These Cuts Like Broken Bottle Shards
You Know When Vicious Starts To Bust I Rip Your Ass Apart

Now Shut The Fuck Up, There's Nothing More To Say
A Wizzard With The Wordplay, I Was Born This Way
And I′ll Stay Kill The Game At The Age Of 48
When None Of All You Babies Still Relate To Tory Lanez
So Fuck You Fake Snake Motherfuckers In My Face
I Beat ′em Up, Tie 'em Up, Stuff ′em In A Cage
I'm Iller Than Disease That The Government Creates
Sicker Than A Used Torn Rubber Full Of Aids
I Burn ′em At The Stake Like The Dark Ages
The Smoke Makes Your Lungs Fail Even Worse Than A SARS Patient
I Snap When I Rap Like McGregor's Left Leg
You Tap Like I Just Arm Barred Ya Damn Neck
Back For More Give Me The Floor
I Think It′s Time To Settle The Score
The Letters On The Ouija Board Form The Bars That I Record
A Story Even Trap Lore Ross Couldn't Afford
To Cover Without Consequences
Better Stay Indoors Is What Your Common Sense Says
The Smell Of Dead Flesh And Burning Headsets
Means You Already Exhaled Your Last Breath

Sleep Tight