I'm a warrior, I went into jail for the drama. I'm the story of the terrorist cell of Osama

I hold the ratchet unorthodox. Pernell Whittaker, I'm duckin' all sorts of shots

I had a void, God. Filled with whores & with blunts. I ain't have choice God I was born in the slums

I wanna never have birth and fail as a father. I would never want the illness that killed in my Nana

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

Luck is when skill meets opportunity.