[Verse 1: Young Grundy]
Dead White Males, I could make it happen yet
Just do it yourself play some Russian Roulette
With a fully loaded clip, do the world a f**ing favor
Stop tryna f**ing rap, stealing Richard Gein's flavor
Hating on s*uts, what the f**, you gay?
Maybe the reason for ya frustrations you never been laid
You ain't never been paid for ya music at least
I heard last week, ya candy chains all you got to eat
I'm elite, better than a whole fleet of imitators
Keeping it underground, if I didn't I'd be famous
But you ain't ever gonna make it, horrorcore or not
Try to do your rap in the hood ya might get shot
I might like it a lot, on the news white boys popped
What a show stopper, although nobody calling the cops
Go ahead and get props from the other double C's
Cause these artists knowin' that you some retarded MC's
[Verse 2: Demonseed]
I keep a OJ trigger murder fresh squeeze
I can make you a Dead White Male just meet me in the streets
I don't give a f** who you be f** the police
I'm that beast from the east so it's rip
You in the cemetary now the unhallowed grounds
We hellbent and hell bound to put you in the burial mound
White sheets wrapped up your bodies never found
Murder yeah boy thats a pistol in your mouth
With your brains blown out
Brain damage
While you stuck on that retard sound
I'm on that rebound now
Flipping the f** out like you would if you seen them pounds
Roll another blunt, yeah, we puffing on the ounce
If you looking up to Richard Gein I got alot of doubt
You ain't going nowere you didn't figure that out
Brain damage b**hes need to shut they motherf**ing mouth
Demon seed motherf**er and I'm back on the beat
Gotta tell ya though I wasn't feeling the last CD
But I'm alot better now since Vita Itaque Mortis
I make you ba*tard's bleed cause I'ma casket fiend
I got savage needs slit ya throat cause ya f**ing weak
So sick, yeah, it's just mentally look at me I'm a motherf**ing protege
You a memory I'm just a k**er on the creep