Rest In Pieces Baker Ya Maker

[Verse 1]
Get the blunt and blow a cloud of smoke
Paranoid chiefing your victims paralyzed
I sure got my hands grip tight round your throat
Bitch, don't act as a fucking joke
I crept 'cause you had no hope
Locced out, smoked out, darkened shroud
With the blade I took
I got the heart of a Samurai
In the mind of a Vulcan
Cut down on my breath and leave 'em headless
It's the feeling with the intent of destruction
Too many souls locked in my dungeon relieved
Step on your function, show you, some real dysfunction
Controlling the mind of the weak
Try to fight back, but it isn't defeat
Lord of the Wicked, can never be beat
Roamin' the earth when my work is complete
Terrorize, Hell in my brain
Creep with me, as we trip through the flames
Walk with the dead and we clean up, bring pain
Taking your life so this darkness, I gain
Evil gains, 6feet, sixs-six shit with the murder trick
Fucking these bitches, we leave 'em in ditches
We out for some vengeance so you won't talk shit, hoe