text: Never need a Mac, black trench on my back
  Nails black like a young Will Francis pants
  With a Deicide patch
  Kerosene in my hand
  And a Zippo for the motherfuckers hiding behind the net
  Dont play victim Im the one who never got away
  From the pain
  Tried to pray
  But God is on a holiday
  Im hacking and slashing you bitches
  Took a sip of cyanide, but Im living
  Damn
  What will it take to get rid of me?
  When I die, dont pretend you a friend of me, yah
  Im hacking and slashing you bitches
  Took a sip of cyanide but Im living
  Damn
  What will it take to get rid of me, yah?
  What will it take to get rid of me?
  Hacking em, slashing em
  Hacking em, slashing em
  Hacking em, slashing em
  Hacking em, slashing em
  Im hacking and slashing you bitches
  I turned my bitch into a witch and Im
  Hacking em, slashing em
  Hacking em, slashing em
  Blackest of mages
  The tat on my face
  Im amazed at the rate Ive been getting away
  With the manipulation of energy made it a friend to me
  Used to my benefit and if it makes you believe anymore
  Than you did before you read the tat on my head
  Then I led you straight to the awakening of a mentality
  Hidden away by the powers that be
  Hacking em, slashing em
  Hacking em, slashing em
  Hacking em, slashing em
  Hacking em, slashing em
  Im hacking and slashing you bitches
  I turned my bitch into a witch
  And Im
   Hacking em, slashing em
   Hacking em, slashing em