my immortal technique will never seece to defeat, its got your head at ur feet
and your girl on her knees. You don't remember me? you better talk to god bitch
cuz hes the one who sent-for-me. your styles elemantary, its fuckin kill or b killed
you wanna be grilled? and i can instill upon you that sick style im about to reveal!
spittin whack while im sippin jack, sittin back tryin to keep myself from slippin
into another dam panic attack. got my hand on my lap, or maybe thats ur mothers
dont worry i got tons of rubbers, but theyrs at chance ull have a new little brother
and he'll be a victim of another,while i put him ina coffin, laugh and close the cover