[Verse 1: Rozz Dyliams] Built in hell-on-earth, for what its worth I dont get no ascension Trapped in the walls of wicked sh**, that I built up for my own protection Raised up right by Eaton, I knew at a real young age, there ain't no heaven Money was thin but dreams were in when I was eight, and Shayne was seven Moved away when I was ten, had a deeper drop into depression Started seeing it all for what it was too early, what a blessing Studying the bible off and on, alone, confused and skitsofrantic Couldn't understand it, nobody died but everybody vanished Things werent coming in so clear like before, and I couldn't manage But fate was on my side, cause I found KGP when eleven Simken Heights, I did my sacrificial rites and my decision Is to live and die for wicked sh**, this is now my religion Taught me how to channel my hatred into a positive message Opened up my eyes and showed me how to execute my vision Vision fading, coming back to show me that Im sick inside Never had a chance other than wicke sh**, to get it right Where Im from the wind tell secrets, every night is devils nite Wicked wicked, psycho psycho sick, call me wicked 4 life I remember just like yesterday, the day Ensizion died Maybe when we die we just cross over to a sicker side Sickness in my brain said that my best solution is to die Pa** me by, unti I recognize that I been left behind Everybody saw me snappin, but chose to ignore the signs Had a thorough course in blas for me, the teacher was my .9 Perfected my wicked rhyme, this is my devotional Can't let no one come inside, Im callous-unemotional They tried to kkk** the fetus, cause they knew what I would grow into Took me out of school, because they knew what I was gonna do Can't go out like that, I'd rather count this money in front of you I knew that I was lost around the same time that my mama knew I never understood the stupid sh** that normal people do So if I stayed, I would have ran the risk of turning into you Its a struggle now Can you feel the sadness now? Brain stuck inside of that Curt D crackhouse Can you feel the madness now? How much weight is on my shoulders now? I dont know, but its heavy now Used to have a hobby, now its dangerous and deadly, now [Verse 2: Smallz One] Before I read books I was reading peoples looks Tryin to separate the angels from the crooks Studying Souls of those who corrode Didn't care about math I solve the problems that arose Real-life sh** like how to deal with myself A real b**h demoness in living hell Surrounded by flesh hiding truth inside Everybody so old sitting around waiting to die Not me not he not us no way Living in the shadows slaughtering the days All I smell is rot got caught up and decay All of my thoughts got shot in my brain Aimed at my face held by my friend Couldn't replace what was destined in the end So I just kept on going til the sadness turned into my hate Devoured all these souls and all this flesh that landed on my plate I never thought about the consequences that would come for me Evil is as evil does and that would comfort me Some will see a different me the others get the truth I am not a simple seed I reincarnate Doom Left 4 Dead upon the battlefield now my missions conquer Many have attempted but they die from what I conjure Thrive for what I want to it can't be no other way Dangerous and deadly if you don't like it turn the page