[Lord Infamous sample, repeating]
Damn, I'm scared, is anyone out there?
[Verse]
Name's Doctor Malik, I work in the ward
Psychotherapist of most patients stored
A sight to try and stabilize the mind
Of a crazed ones cases (?) named Lord
Criminal records show
Since a young age he was prone to violence
Started off with petty crimes
Slowly over time he straight to sacrifices
My therapy sessions with him they often stay in silence
For years I often tried to break this but he remains quiet
I (?) farewell, thinkin' there's no use of me tryin'
But one day I heard that unfamiliar voice ring the asylum
Looked around the corner and I saw the maintenance man
Then I heard Lord's voice sayin' how he had hella ... can
Right there I devised the plan; I'll let him free
And after Lord's buried
I'll k** the maintenance man and take all the cheese
Creepin' through the graveyard where they laid the plot
k**ed the maintenance man, then stared at the pine box
I whisper down to Lord: "Tell me where yo stash pot
If you do not tell me I'ma throw the dirt on top"
[Lord Infamous sample, repeating]
Damn, I'm scared, is anyone out there?