i'm colder than the dark side of the moon
but every rhyme that I spew, probly light up the room
hot n' cold, rock n' roll, this devil's music

some heavy metal, from ready rebels so lemme use it

heaven sent to resurrect, i'm raising spirits

get left for dead and then instead i'll take ya dearest
pray to god, good luck, but don't expect much
let's get drunk just to forget how he had left us


i'm fed up, with the acts you trynna put on
like taking a good song, and singing all the hooks wrong

using the art, like it's strictly entertainment
no love for the sound that's underground in the ba!@&(t


we keep it real, no if and's or but's about it
scaled a couple mountains to get here, no runnin round em
face to face, always up close and personal

on stoke, cut throats, my pun's poke ya cervical