There's evil voice in my head If I'm told I'll leave you dead Creepin' looking for the weak If he slips I'll watch him bleed Sweating I'm at my peak I don't sleep I'm up all weak Sacred tongues I hear them speak They have always spoke to me Underworld is what I seek They tell me I am a [?] 40 with the lemon squeez co*k it back and shoot with ease Little homies on agee A magick book I always keep Six feet black sheep I'm who they want to be Pentagram on my chest n***a Really be possessed n***a I'll put you to rest n***a I sold my soul for rocking roll Then I became the krow I'm looking through the shadows