{Korn electric guitar plays until 0:33}
What you expected from his next of kin
Im loco bro, but aint no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while Im shittin
The lesson from the Smith and Wesson is depressin
Niggas keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question
How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop
And my body start to shake, if I should die before I wake
 + 
Im here, Im watching you 
Love, the flesh, my bloods pourin through 
This, can be, reality 
Wake, up, my dead face I see 
My dead face I see, my dead face I SEE!!
{Korn electric guitar w/ indistinct shouting}
On your mark, get set, when I spark youre wet
Look how dark it get when youre marked wit death
Should I, start your breath or should I let you die
If he start to cry, ask why?
Lyrically, Im worshipped, dont front, the words sick
You cursed it, but rehearsed it
I drop unexpectedly like bird shit
You herbs get, stomped quickly for raw Ts and show money
Dont forget the publishin, Im punishin
Im done wit them, son Im surprised you run wit them
I think they got cumin, cause they nothin but bitch
Tryna blow up like nitro wit dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke, but yo I rock diamonds thats sick
Got paper off my flow, ride wit my own click
Take chicks to Cairo, layin wit yo bitch
I know you playin you was rich
Fuck you prick, when I see you Ima..
 + 
I am here, Im watching you 
Love, the flesh, my bloods pourin through 
This, can be, reality 
Wake, up, my dead face I see 
My dead face I see , my dead face I SEE!!
{Korn electric guitar w/ rock-n-roll singing til end}
When I see you Ima.. when I see you Ima..