Solokill

[Mastamind]
Right now I bring the dead body funk
I'm too fucked up off that acid rap shit keep your fuckin blunt
What I'm a do is burn up the house, burn it down
NATAS in the house, Mastamind's out with that likkuidrano sound
Should I break it down so you can see this, break it down in pieces
Reel Life Product, rest in peace, bitch
Born to raise a hell up and bring you this storm
The only hellraiser in the world is the Detroit born
Twenty one years of tears I'm thinking back
That I'm the finished product of the making of a maniac
You see me on the next album letting my style run
I blaz4me like a gun devilish child number one
East side of town is my burial ground
But don't go looking and searching and seeking cause I can't be found
Only the real recognize the real
In the dead of the night is when I begin my solo kill