There's evil voice in my head
If I'm told I'll leave you dead
Creepin' looking for the weak
If he slips I'll watch him bleed
Sweating I'm at my peak
I don't sleep I'm up all weak
Sacred tongues I hear them speak
They have always spoke to me
Underworld is what I seek
They tell me I am a [?]
40 with the lemon squeez
co*k it back and shoot with ease
Little homies on agee
A magick book I always keep
Six feet black sheep I'm who they want to be
Pentagram on my chest n***a
Really be possessed n***a
I'll put you to rest n***a
I sold my soul for rocking roll
Then I became the krow
I'm looking through the shadows