[Chorus: Crucified]
I cannot feel anything but this urge to go hurt them, I don't know
Keep gettin' visions of death, this big murder, I'm watchin' em all go
When I go stalkin' and followin', walkin' behind em and oh no
That is the end for the victim, no time for a break of the poor soul
I cannot feel anything but this urge to go hurt them, I don't know
Keep gettin' visions of death, this big murder, I'm watchin' em all go
When I go stalkin' and followin', walkin' behind em and oh no
That is the end for the victim, no time for a break of the poor soul

[Verse 1: Crucified]
Choppin' it, makin' it bloody, I'm bakin' a bowl of weed, then I be chopping 'em
Makin' them pop and then when I get faster they gonna be dead and we'll loot thеm, forget 'em, we tеll 'em
We gonna be seekin' their agony, makin' 'em baffled, we looked and we found what we want
When I'm pickin' 'em up and I'm bakin' 'em up, and then better believe that we kill 'em all, cut

I'm 'boutta chop all these syllables up and I may get to choppin', I'm wakin' 'em up
Well they gotta be severed, not givin' a fuck, I'll go makin' a rap while I'm makin' them fall
I'm gonna put 'em all down when I get 'em all lyin', but if anyone dyin'
I'ma let 'em all know that we came in to fuck with the rhythm, aside I'ma get 'em all tryin', my venom will tie to them

A mumbler came? The fuck? Wanna get him?
We down for the sinnin', no bombin', I'm killin'
Have I been up in the horizon?

My timin' to kill 'em if talkin', I'm up
They dyin' to hear but I'm draggin' 'em up
Then I'm gonna get inside 'em
Think of the competition
Think of the loss of proper vision, when I go chop, I'm never missing
Look at the darkest shit we're facing, then I be talking, never listen
That a big coffin for the vision, then I think I should make a visit

Smokin' the guns and bringin' it faster then put 'em all over there, bringin' it better
Then comin' then choppin', they better forget or be dead, beat 'em up and I'm gonna be draggin' em
Makin' 'em mumble their syllables with how we do it, I'm bakin' a bowl, finna take 'em in
Don't wanna get it bigger motherfucker, they're crucified that they're put up and I make 'em bounce

And Crucified gonna be comin' to get 'em, the body get found
I'm the killer, boutta kill malevolently, what can they put up in the bounds?
For thinkin' I mumble, they suffer the fire and I bust out the flow
And I'm boss of the underground, look at that motherfucker in the coffin now

They will be crying out "Oh lord!"
Was it all worth it, all those wars?
Thought it was fun to let soul warn
Look at 'em run

He murdered this evening, they didn't believe it
Until they were bleedin', their mother was leavin'
When their soul was leavin', I'm leavin' 'em leakin'
They wreakin', I'm teachin', I'm not even done...

Hackin' ‘em, packin' 'em, baggin' ‘em, put ‘em in a coffin and makin' it fun again, bet
[Chorus: Crucified]
I cannot feel anything but this urge to go hurt them, I don't know
Keep gettin' visions of death, this big murder, I'm watchin' em all go
When I go stalkin' and followin', walkin' behind em and oh no
That is the end for the victim, no time for a break of the poor soul
I cannot feel anything but this urge to go hurt them, I don't know
Keep gettin' visions of death, this big murder, I'm watchin' em all go
When I go stalkin' and followin', walkin' behind em and oh no
That is the end for the victim, no time for a break of the poor soul

[Verse 2: DOWN6]
Mofucka's applauding and hollering when I enter through
Smoke on the bowl then rot on the couch in the fucking living room
Follow in line of bad habits, like jack rabbits, I’m vegetated
Brush on the page of the canvas murder in ink was all premeditated
D-double the ammo, I aim out the whip, I’m ending conversations
Never the lambo, look at my civ, crucifying nations
Little bit sick in the head, I been off of the meds, they call me a mental patient
Sparking the wood then I bark at the hood and I go on a rage with the pencil blazing
Crawl out the grave and I lurk in the window, the knuckles are really in shattering glass
Panic attack when they seeing the scythe, the fear and the chills, will riddle your back
Don’t nobody wanna fuck around up in the undaground, knowing I triple in mass
Abolish many and I'm outta bracket when I hit up a mic with the deepest of passion
Gutting em all with venomous touch of the blade, you cannot be making a case
Destroying the evidence now they be stuck in there loss, a son I had to replace
Bloody murder on they property, properly dissing dishonest false prophecies
Drop when the Glock pop pop pop pop, left to bleed
There is no denying that DOWN6 and Crucified
Murdering any oppossin', we bout this and ruin lives
Three thousand big boy's, always test the outcast
Poppin-the-gat at pussies, giving in at pushy ways of combat
Dump in the pit when they fall under pressure
I'm killing a snitch and they drop on the stretcher
Fuck on yo bitch in the back of the whip
And your body in trunk, it is making this better
Struggle when telling the story, never gon find you like you dory
They miming what I method but not precise in every category
[Chorus: Crucified]
I cannot feel anything but this urge to go hurt them, I don't know
Keep gettin' visions of death, this big murder, I'm watchin' em all go
When I go stalkin' and followin', walkin' behind em and oh no
That is the end for the victim, no time for a break of the poor soul
I cannot feel anything but this urge to go hurt them, I don't know
Keep gettin' visions of death, this big murder, I'm watchin' em all go
When I go stalkin' and followin', walkin' behind em and oh no
That is the end for the victim, no time for a break of the poor soul