Watch the world deteriorate before my very eyes
Witness the blind lead the blinded to demise
Drowning innocence, I see the end is nigh
The end is not seeking communion with God
Keep my tool off the box ain't no tellin' when that reaper gon' be doin' his job
I'm equipped to do mine, wicked visions of shifting life to a corpse in a box
Ain't no bunk beds and coffins I promise nigga
Say they love you boy you better move cautiously
Was in the snakе pit of venom, with them scales on my еyes
Always ready to ride, suffocating my conscience
Nowdays I'm better off avoiding a conflict
Isolate myself from the modern day Auschwitz
Uh, Keep my tool off the box ain't no tellin' when the reaper caught me doin' his job
I'm equipped to do my wicked visions the shift in life into a corpse in a box, aye
Uh, Keep my tool off the box ain't no tellin' when the reaper caught me doin' his job
I'm equipped to do my wicked visions the shift in life into a corpse in a box
And ain't no bunk beds and coffins nigga
They say they love you but you better move cautiously