Ay pick up the pace, tell 'em why I ain't find no haze
Indeed I am ready, my outfit in vain
The needle in my vein, I'm falling asleep
King of the dead, I sever your head
When shit touch the river, my reign will be fed
Cut out my eyes, feed me with lies that I don't never have to see again
I feed the hate, I feed the truth, I give the pain to the youth
Fuck the devil for your wealth, pistol chilling on my shelf
I control my own death, I don't need no fucking help