I ain't trickin the narrative, People say it's suicidal or it's arrogance
 [bad word] me as heretic, perished to embarrassment
Heralding under marriages, pocketed in it's garishness
Murders splurges is fervently, gather me, it's inheritance
Kill the messenger, knock em' down and blow across a blessed verse
Massacre the hours till the power aches and seconds hurt
Fate is half a mistress, but the rest of her's a passenger
She is tragedy to those whoses death defines and makes her work
I don't believe in time, stick a knife into my spine 
Watch the shadow bleed me dry then take my eyes and leave me blind
Heavens [bad word] is no surprise I'm just here to [bad word] the euthanized
Despise the sacrifice but never eulogize
I sworn to elegance, decadently in sentences
Maybe I'm just a [bad word] out of his medicine
Maybe a definite epitaph would've been generous
But all I get's a whisper, "Yo where the [bad word] is Connecticut?"

Pray for the day that the lies don't find you 
Pray that the end isn't right behind you

Yo Listen Yo, So pick your poison
Shotgun shell to the face, Or pull this sidearm from my waist [bad word] the whole scene, I [bad word] from a civilized place
Where violence is preferred to sitting and saying grace
The young warlocks ain't got patience or respect
Cause the animal within don't even speak that dialect
And all they know is war, So you [bad word] correct
They'll catch a bullet to the head just for dramatic effect
These savages is mean and only understand gun fire
Don't get caught slippin up in the jungle squire
They want your armor so believe in one simple fact
Just for that they'll take your face off just like that
Lies and deceit, Disguise and critique
Be on yo P's and Q's, Wit' everybody you meet
And [bad word] is a weakness on this side of the fleet
Cause they'll fake showin' loving and leave you bleedin' in the street
And that's real

Pray for the day that the lies don't find you
Pray that the end isn't right behind you