[Chorus x4]

Step into this mass

And you gon' catch a blast



[T-Rock]

We keep contact with coffin concealers

Heavy narcotic dealers

Who confescated spirits

Leaving carcases as memorabilia

Thats when I clutch your remainders of cash

After receiving the papers of passion

Insanity

Guess thats my simple out-thinking it

Caught no remorse that I felt in the past

Leaving conceated niggas

Face Guard

Entrapped a man and the case was

Delivering eternal residences 

In lyrical graveyards

Niggas playhard

I'm equipped with a safe-guard

And admit that the danger

Not a regret

A resistant in domining legion 

Thats thought to deliver those souls 

Which tried to presented you

Triple pain

For your resistful blaims

Now you a shrivled blade

Stuck in the dungeons of the abysal plains

Lyrical clips so aim

Producing blood-red tonics

Exorcising demonik

My click is siccer-than Islamics

With poetry

Possess game

I educate sicness

I meditate victory

And how my fame will escalate swiftly

If correct moves

Were made with valid timing

Every individual with traits of poverty

Would believe thats my dollars climbing...



[Chorus x4]



[M-Child]

Mackin' Child is who I be

Never be facing this rector 

Controlling the inside our minds

Reaching my point in my destiny

Where it is said 

If I went through my bloodlines

So come with me I come with you

Are you coming into my place 

Ain't no time for fucking around 

I'm bound to stomp a hole in your face

Playa-hater

Some dummies went into my kitchen

And rolled up a blunt

I catch him

Now come take a puff of this shit

You could really blaze it like the sun

My nigga pizz-off

He did not believe I could be part of the 

Six's

When I caught the green leprehcan

You better believe that was 1 of my wishes

If you niggas don't know you ain't heard

I'm more than that nigga that is ready for

Combat

I'd watch my step if I were you

When I'm coming there's no time to react

Better have your whole masterplan set

And I bet it won't work 

Cause I already figured you

Loading up the shit 

Slip a mask on my face

Nine in my pocket to do what I came to do

We ridin' the streets

With your punk-ass in the backseat

The system is booming so niggas 

Cannot hear your ass get put to sleep

When you niggas be thinking

That I am your friend 

And you think you can bite our style

Chop goes your body half into the myst

When you fuckin' with Murderer Child...



[Murderer Child repeats and fades]