Its the feelin you get deep down in
Your stomach when you see the dark
Its the feelin in your body
When you go and try to dart
Terror takin over lose control of everything
Now its time for me to pull the curtain
And I cut the strings
Always under estimated
Tested with my temperment
Find you lookin down the barrel
Of my pistol definite
Thats the prize you get for
Thinking that a mothafucka wouldnt
Never shoulda come here
Now you under dirt the job is done
Slide around town with my glock
In my jacket pocket
Hood pulled tight
When I make a stang and get to rockin
Bitch you fuckin cornered now
Victim of a gang stalkin
I got faces watchin from a thousand places
Its as nightmare
Gettin kinda tired with the games
These fuckin bustas play
Mane you wanted darker
Here it is you got nothin to say
Chain swingin
Teeth gnash
Hundred rounds your body's thrashed
Late october is the season
Light em up and turn to ash
Hummin like its just another melody
Never mind my enemies
Whip em with cold that steel
I do it so I can feel
My connection to the earth
When I go back to the dirt
Dont let your emotions get the best of you
Im the one who lit the fuse
Gave into this life of pain
Conducted the subterfuge
Soul in debt and I will pay
But I got some things to do
Before the copper bell rangs
Hit a couple goals
A couple racks
Before the fangs sink
Everything is terminal
Yeah my life is terminal
And your life is terminal
This whole world is terminal