[Sample]
Murder changes everything...
When I was alive...
I never hated anyone...
But now hate is all that I have...
I want 'em dead... I want 'em choked...
Instead... No blood can tame this blood...

[Verse 1: MadChild]
Yo, master of disaster, I'm an underground phenomenon
Naturally, a bastard, but the king of my conglomerate
Welcome to Armageddon rhymes, I write 'em armor-plated
Have a relationship with karma, but it's complicated
Yes, I am wicked, I am known for being dubious
Words I choose will prove that I won't lose, I'm an enthusiast
Pick any battle topic, shit I spit is catastrophic
Once I explode unleashing shrapnel sharpened metal objects
Take a look into these eyes, you'll see exploding fire
Silver tongue with iron lungs and teeth look like corroding iron
Schizophrenic tenant plus a very lonely landlord Rancor keep punching my head until my hands sore
There seems to be an reason that they keep me at a distance
I'm defiantly persistent, there's evil in this infant
The afterlife it is Heaven but I am hellbent
My appetite for destruction is overwhelming

[Chorus: MadChild]
Give 'em hell, one hundred rounds
Feeding like a hungry hound
In my head the thunder pounds
Hailing from the underground
I listen to a lot of rappers but I don't believe 'em
Misguided angel I was spawned one of the coldest heathens
[Post-Chorus: Trash Gordon]
Give 'em hell, hunt 'em down
Fuck 'em let it buck and blaow
Body is a loveless shell
Permanently underground
I listen to a lot of rappers and they all bleedin
Trash Gordon I was raised to be a fuckin demon

[Verse 2: Trash Gordon]
Ain't nothing to joke about
You ain't got a hope in hell
Stomping on your chest until your broken ribs poking out
Dead weight that pulls you down
With a shred I hope you drown
Neck tie a rope around close your eyes it's over now
The black heart in my chest is pacing
Nothing in my head but Satan
State of pure desolation, the mental patient
With a barrel to his temple embracing the death that waits him
Splittin dome and adding to my list of foes
Sick when my mental depicts it and then it just implodes
Smash a little ho and turn her cunt into a withered rose
That's where my sickness goes
Visions of your death I'm lifting up your best
Feel it sinking in your chest
Swing a corked bat, leave you physically depressed
I'm a sociopath but that's the curse that I'm under
Every enemy get buried in the dirt by the hundreds
I'm like fuckin rain man when I murder by numbers
[Chorus: MadChild]
Give 'em hell, one hundred rounds
Feeding like a hungry hound
In my head the thunder pounds
Hailing from the underground
I listen to a lot of rappers but I don't believe 'em
Misguided angel I was spawned one of the coldest heathens

[Post-Chorus: Trash Gordon]
Give 'em hell, hunt 'em down
Fuck 'em let it buck and blaow
Body is a loveless shell
Permanently underground
I listen to a lot of rappers and they all bleedin
Trash Gordon I was raised to be a fuckin demon

[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Who you know that jumps face first off a fire escape?
And calls his victims phone and land on him as soon as it vibrates?
They say I'm hard to get along with highly irate
Your girl takes so much dick from me I should ball up and cry rape
You shouldn't even be here
You people stare at bodies through that cracked door keep it moving people there's nothing to see here
The same n***a from Devils Night
Keep it poppin like chains on a pedal bike
Throw your dame over metal spikes
And beat your puppy to death with a metal pipe
And shoot it out with some cops on site, that's on a mellow night
I bet you wonderin' where D12 been at
On an 8 year binge on alcohol and crinack
Pullin guns on assholes like where the shit at
N***as be all hype but some bullets make 'm chillax
I hop in the cab now, shoot at your cash cow
And end it all and brag about it to Madchild I'm that wild
[Chorus: MadChild]
Give 'em hell, one hundred rounds
Feeding like a hungry hound
In my head the thunder pounds
Hailing from the underground
I listen to a lot of rappers but I don't believe 'em
Misguided angel I was spawned one of the coldest heathens

[Post-Chorus: Trash Gordon]
Give 'em hell, hunt 'em down
Fuck 'em let it buck and blaow
Body is a loveless shell
Permanently underground
I listen to a lot of rappers and they all bleedin
Trash Gordon I was raised to be a fuckin demon