To keep my hands warm in the storm...
I place on da browniee's loc...
Like a pair of vise grips...
I'll send chills down your spine...
As if I was a investigative reporter...
Call me the missing esposide from the Okalohoma Masscare...
I'm sorter out of order but Fuck It...
Let me warn you Apartheid has not only held are people captive...
But has sacrificed little children today and possibly 2-morrow...
Without any sorrows my shots come with the Penitentary Beatdown...
While Mutha-Fuckas was trippin on that Y-2K Bullshit...
The increase of Famine proceeded to increase...
Like Grath Brooks on Tour...
The Horror just might include Yo Ass as well as My Ass burning in a incinerator...
Behind Every Shadow Lurks a Untold Story...
So Grasp The Sounds Of Paronia...
To Find A Particular Headstone In This Mortuary...
Postpone Getting Your Fortunate Told By The Hypodermic Needle...
I Sign Autographs With......