Use to be fine so high now feel like I’m dying inside
Should I jump off a bridge or keep on living, I’m trying to decide
I was the lion in jungle, never [bad word] before
Now I’m a sickle, I’m twisted, hanging where juggalos go
Me I’m a warlock, a poet with warped thoughts
warrior in battle, hear the sound of my sword chop
I am the bad wolf, keep your doors locked
Peoples keep on [bad word] with me, I will turn them to porkchops
Please don’t get confused you know the [bad word] that I believe in God
Still I get confused, I sit alone here with my evil thoughts
I wanna try it some more, get stoned and just lie on the floor
Focus on my inner-strength cause I am a lion that roars
Get ahold of myself, quick I’m applying some force
My friends and family they have given me giant support
God gave me a second chance I believe it so
I’ll keep working on my art until it’s time for me to go
I’ve seen the rivers of blood, faces of angels destroyed [bad word] are creations of [bad word]  guns are a dangerous toy
I’m a barbarian, I attack with a [bad word] verse
I’m searching for happiness, that’s the key to the universe
Meeting myself for the first time, it’s a blind date
No cocaine, no more paranoid mind state

Why should I conform? Why should I conform?
Grab this microphone and turn into a hyperstorm
When I perform I turn into a psycho dwarf
Viking horns, I am smashing like I am mighty Thor

Mostly ironic bionic holding it down
We are all creatures of habit, I was the toast of the town
Now I’m back underground searching for language of frauds
Try to topple this tyrant you’d have to vanquish a god
I can I can feel [bad word]  the rebirth of the warlord
The meeting of monsters, the medieval folklore
I am the emperor the creator of darkness
Savage with sentences, kill a verse like I’m heartless
Hear my battle cry and fear the tyranny of kings
And feel the fire beneath these wings
Still reclusive, self-abusive, mental state is non-conclusive
Still confusion, help I’m losing
Sell myself like prostitution
Fester variations of betrayal, I was old and frail
Now you try to [bad word] with me you’re entering a world of [bad word] 
Why should I conform? Why should I conform?
Grab this microphone and turn into a hyperstorm
When I perform I turn into a psycho dwarf
Viking horns, I am smashing like I am mighty Thor

I can’t stop the pain, can’t stop the pain, can’t stop the pain, I can’t stop it