When Crows Descend Upon You

I'm just evil biologically, listen to y'all that make a mockery

Anton LaVey is like a god to me

I am not possibly associated with your democracy

Gary? is like a shah to me, go to war logically

I conduct self Nostradamusly, I am Ibrahim's last prophecy

Earth is my property, I am possessed like I'm an apostrophe

Vinny Appice is like a star to me

Paz swears silently, cut your fucking head like a lobotomy

Rape the fucking beat like sodomy

Nietzsche and philosophy, I am a vampire, I'm proud to be

I cannot be seen in your photography

Vinnie an anomaly, I am not a part of God's colony

Three inches of blood on my carpeting making things hard for me

My own family won't talk to me, I have to pray to Allah constantly honestly

I'm having nervous dreams, nigga this a murder scene

Yellow tape around the booth, no one heard em scream

He don't deserve to dream, nigga this a murder scene

Yellow tape around the booth, I'm having nervous dreams

I let my pistol bang, the Official Pistol Gang

So what's the issue man? I can make a tissue hang

I'm having nervous dreams, nigga this a murder scene

Yellow tape wrapped around the booth, nobody heard em scream

Underground like dirt and the oil

Earth and the soil, I burn like boil

Destroy rappers, King Kong massacre

Bullets ricochet playing ping pong passengers

Won't make it, the real won't fake it

If something don't belong to you then don't take it

A naked eye can look loyal but don't trust em

That's why I chill with women, fuck em but don't cuff em

Cheat and won't treat em, beat em and won't eat em

Leave em and won't feed em

Believe me a cold demon, I am but I won't leave em

Until that we both even

Until she catch me fucking a 20 year old freaking

On top of the fucking bed we make love and both sleeping

Now that's the hundredth time she caught me with hoes cheating

I think I got a problem with being faithful

It's not that I ain't grateful, it's just something about me so hateful

I'm having nervous dreams, nigga this a murder scene

Yellow tape around the booth, no one heard em scream

He don't deserve to dream, nigga this a murder scene

Yellow tape around the booth, I'm having nervous dreams

I let my pistol bang, the Official Pistol Gang

So what's the issue man? I can make a tissue hang

I'm having nervous dreams, nigga this a murder scene

Yellow tape wrapped around the booth, nobody heard em scream

I'm strutting with the black mask, can't pass on the cash

Relax on the grass, can't slack on the slash

There's no rest, there's no 2 and a half hour crash

I'm all about the cash, outwit and outlast

In mass covered in black from gun powder blast

Can care less if you wear a flag or a badge

I'm trying to have mattresses of cash

I'm trying to have the bachelor pad built up with packages and bags

No matter how many bodies amass in the trash

I stay on the move, bad news travels fast

I stay with the smoking weapon and no discretion

It's a gross obsession, I keep it close under low detection

Don't provoke me and don't ask any loaded questions

I don't go for one soul, I want the whole collection

Send you on that long road to perfection

Murder all the men I swore an oath of protection