Slay them, retrieve their souls Make them bleed, internally and out Suffer slow, let nothing remain Harvest the wrath, emphasize pain Apply the pressure Crank it up Look at the eyes Think they're popping out And with a gentle hand You will sweep them away Don't let them take you Keep the pressure Keep it up Dude, look at the eyes They're coming out Sometimes I feel like Going just a little insane Stay away - else I will bite The skin on your neck In control, mine in fact Plant a seed, harvest the wrath I am simple, I am black Never deny violence