One line rhyme-bringin it back!!

whilst smokin tht reefer all shit falls deeper, fatal's slick blades attacks whilst zu ninjas rades

Don't counterattack, your spine is too thin, i crush it into sand, smack you so hard i'll replace your chin with my hand

666 sent for the game, controlin ya mind state, when i brainwashen ya claims,rap my handz around ya neck like ya chain,

Your mind get drained when i stain your head with pain, hit you so hard i erease your memory lane

two to the chest one to the brain, insane flows that entertain ho's and sustain pros,

Afraid Ho? Amazed? So.. Survey Yo, and you'll get molded like Play-Doh

shake souls aim flows that graze folks..turn a venue into the Columbine reanactment and John blaze foes

make u turn colors like da Rainbow! fuck a Angel, leavin bigga holes on ya head then Halo's..

...got u zombied,do what ever i say so,make dough off brainwashin,feinds for they payroll,relate flow to rushin water in new orleans state homes..

degrate poems, desecrate homes get ya guns up
for fun ill leave u at 665 tryin to get 1up

reach 666 quick,the agent of sickness,get with this,twisted liquid,that could kill bitches...

...chuckle as your dead body twitches, tongue missin, now listen, look who you dissin...dead risin

Dying is free no fee, but there's a price on his head while livin'/

hitmen forgivin for death that they've givin,juss another job description,one more meanless soul delivered..

a river of blood, a bitter grudge held for aeons/deep seeded deceits helped the weak to keep strong