They say I drink too much... The only problem that I have is that I THINK TOO MUCH!
I hold the ratchet unorthodox. Pernell Whittaker, I'm duckin' all sorts of shots
My whole persona is vodka bottles and marijuana The hope in Nana was rockin', inspired from my Mama
My blood G cold, never seen my dad cry. And I'm a bleed your block til the cash dry!
I'm the god of war, the resurrector of the horror-core. The carnivore, destroying you wasn't hard at all
The half moon on the bank of the river's devotion. That's the stab wound, born from the killer emotion