Slice open the fentanyl patch Consume the gel inside Chase it down with lorcets and oxycotton Because I don't give a f** tonight There is a gleaming shine in the serpent's eye Where the witches burn and the virgins die There is a growing hate I am glad to supply I will be there shining through the afterlife Look in my motherf**ing eyes, b**h See the face of your enemy Feel the blade press into your ribcage Your life ain't sh** to me There is a burning sign in the autumn sky Where the wolfbane blooms under moonlight There is a growing hate I am glad to supply I will be here shining in the afterlife d**h is comming Your end is comming