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

I talk alot about death so I should do it soon... Maybe under the cold breeze of a bluish moon

My blood G cold, never seen my dad cry. And I'm a bleed your block til the cash dry!

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

Lucifer is God in the public school system

I'm the god of war, the resurrector of the horror-core. The carnivore, destroying you wasn't hard at all

Luck is when skill meets opportunity.