• My wicked rhymes are known to kill,
    They make your heart sit damn still,
    Now sit and watch as your soul,
    Leaves your body dead and cold.

    Time to kill ya nice and slow,
    Ready? Set? Time to go,
    First I'll start off with your dreams,
    Break em, Crush em, Make ya scream.

    Next I'll rip out your fears,
    Wait, Hold up, Are those tears?,
    Man, you are a ******** wimp,
    Come on dude you hagin limp.

    Last I'll tear away your mind,
    Leave you sittin ther now blind,
    Hey you remember what I said?,
    Hey guess what?, Now your dead.

    twisted twisted twisted