I go down smooth like a gin and tonic/
my rhymes can move my mind's demonic/
no more flat-lining, just phat rhyming/
i laugh at the other mother fuckers with bad timing/
I'll shoot you with my twin pistols/
slice ice into thin crystals/
hit you with my tank which is equipped with sting missiles/
don't question my skills with a sword/
they pay more bills then you could afford/
so bow down on one knee and call me your overlord/
i'm the prince of darkness/
make you flinch with my sharpness/
you'll be pushin up the daisies like my mother fuckin gardeners/
so pardon us, if we come across aggressive/
but when it comes to hell we get slightly possessive/
and so if you wanna end up drowned in the river Styx/
just pick up your phone and dial 666
