It's automatic
I rain caskets of dead poets
My mother gave the permission for the syrum of lyricism
Dr. Kavorkian overdosed it
Now I rain d**h traps P.O.W. camps, torture cambers
My insane slang divides continents, and turn rabbis to g**ners
I'm Ako Mack the world k**er
In my past life I was Jack the Ripper, Charles Manson, then Son of Sam the New York .44 caliber k**er
I come from desolation, full of abomination's
Where gods stay at war for territory
Incest multiplies my population
My blood turns to venom, and bleed poisonous centipedes
So tell my enemies I hold the antidote in a state of cryogenic freeze
I'm cold, south poled, frigid, subzero
I'll step off the cyclone
Spin off the planet, and laugh at your globe
Who's your god?