I’m a master of the world, and different worlds that gone past you.
You a pasture, preaching life, but life’s gone past you.
Which aint right, you fucking hypocrite. You say you had too.
But this night, you did it to the wrong person, but who?
Who is he, bad as me. Mad as can be, is the
The is that, now a fact, to late to back track
I am that, the fear, they feel, no back
Now they running, they appear, not appeal, they cower
I’m the one man that has all that power
The clocks ticking I just lost an hour.
12 hours given, a single day I devour
They jealous I live life, feeling eyes glower.
Fingers point; they look at me so sour.
They mad because they bad now crying tear shower
They going under, turning red, like the devil is
I’m running out of time, fuck it, where’s the shovel kid
You nasty ass figures polluting time go figure
I’m here to tell you I’m the garbage man. The killer
Getting rid in large amounts now counting by the milla.
You feella, no more for you to steella, …now
I’m such a fucking boozer,
Aint right, sick of life, looser
Yea my cock work, mostly using my hand go figure
Hancock the only one to feel me, what’s realla
Fiction or we talking about life
Fictions a better picture but life has hype
Hype I feel too much and like a drug you know I’m crashing
Snow bashing, Life is so much better when the person has a passion