Track 16

Speakin' in codes, heavy weed and coke folklore
Up in the witch tomb, my dudes hustle weight through Coke straws
Putrid remnants we hold weight, post office coleslaws
I'm in the Projects, Farragut Road, I told y'all
Reppin' hard, Death Valley to Bed-Stuy
I got cannons and AKs and homies that wanna die
We bout of Satan, diabolical, unholy hymns
Ejaculate in the face of Christ, I'm nice with the stolen gems
Butcher the weak, I'm in the Caddy with the bloody Timbs
Run you down, dismember your frame off your hangin' limbs
I Goregrind for fun, like Brad Jordan
Mister Scarface, I bark at the moon like it was '81
I spit decrepit, I'm a Metal legend, you're a Bitch Infection
I'm young Satan in the mirror, check for my reflection
I smoke the Dying Fetus, guns blast in all directions
You're a customer, homie, get off my block, I'm Legend