ima cynical criminal individual, the death bringer
nocturnal burial rituals are my stress relievers
sold my soul to satan,so my evil eyes could finally see
control the globe with hate,when people die I smile with glee
ride with me,on the highway to hell violently
dig up pac n use his bony hand to write a rhyme for me
notorious schizo, BIGGIE controls the SMALLer lee
a lyricist, swear to my book of rhymes solomnly
dark night from the darkside, bitin bats like ozzy
a chef in hells kitchen, writin raps so sausy
shootin stars, turnin diddys white party blood red
been fuckin the world for 17 years,n I aint bust yet
supreme supersonic chronic crystilization
in my brain grows a lyrical civilization
dead wrong like usin a javelin as a strap on
deliver flows like UPS, call this my stamp song
any feed?