The power that I hold in my hand could fold a frying pan. The air and sand do as I command And if i want the night to last across the sky mass The clouds won't allow light to pass Roll trees in dutch mas(ters), A must have, like my dagger and cloak. And red streaks of blood on my white lab coat A virgin first vote to give her first poke She crept over to my crib after church broke. Since, we ain't spoke but I hit it dumb ways The unsaved, some days I don't bathe Unphased by the light and scorching flame Tears form from the ice dripping off your brain Even if you cry it won't soften the pain. Your heart is dead, you should go and get your coffin framed
