I’ve been buried 6 foot underground Teeth all yellow cause I chewed my way out Mud in my toes from stomping you down My fingernails bloody from digging about Backs all jacked from the casket I found And my throats burned out from breathing drought That’s why I spit fire when I open my mouth Cause I walked through hell without making a sound I got this weight That cannot seem to wait Until it grips and holds on It just slips and it cracks the whip Just to liberate the flip I'd like to think I gave the slip To any old body looking at me Trying to cut and decapitate me Present my head on a sliver platter But I ain’t the Baptist I am the batter Coming at you with a jawbone I ripped off an ass, whole ‘Cause you know industry won’t condone How these hands are home grown Swinging to make a thousand head stones One skull, two skull, red skull, your skull Be careful if you try to strike my skull, indulge Turning the other cheek is an insult Get the idea, this ain’t an impulse Light bulb I’m about to divulge How tough love cracks thick skin As a result, I’ll cut the seed from hull Work without a epidural Scalpels not dull from 7 whole days of labor Praise goes up For fingers trained in battle, hands made for war That leads to burned earth Cause a snake in the orchard is not legit I am a bass turd in holy water On the border always moving forward Drawing closer to the torture I drop these mortars Woke up the devil Looked in the mirror to see that I am better I need a ghost that doesn’t haunt the past Diagnosed and engrossed Out the boat can’t touch the coast Not to boast but this all got wrote ‘Cause 2 hands are my host 10 digits are how I keep my circle Less is more when your life’s a journal One more hates when the roosters verbal And one more kills over a bag of silver Time is up for what been covert I pulled it out, overt, shoulder holstered Weight of the world being sung like a shot gun 12 gauge, 2 more than holes that I make Get the picture, see it clearer Review mirror don’t hang in my cab No ones got my back as I walk with giants Plenty have been the fallen that wished to try it It makes no sense for me to be the one to flee Like a damn given on the eve of the Reckoning that I was able willingly Coming to place Just to smash a cane Knowing I am defined just by my name You know I didn’t even have to drop a hook Fishing for fans ain’t part of the look Rather multiply without a chorus Cause hallelujahs are lost in the forest Only thing left is the message I can impart Been to quick too start Flip chart I’m still out smart Rip apart exposed hearts Watch it fade black as you restart Couldn’t be the one to take you up to church Burn the industry with an unlit torch They’re nailed to a cross made out of red birch While in cross hairs that makes a body lurch