once upon a tyme der was a boi who died
da preacher preached da peole cried
his sould left da earth of those who loved
to a land of hate make no mistake
dis is all dis boi loved was dis hate
his true power came from dis anger
came from wanting to ckause othas to die lyk a gangsta
to slit throats snort coke babies born in projects
to run slo in quicksand but he doesnt protect
nuttin o anyone just himself fuck othas
he lost his motha nd his brotha
he dont care in hell he shall rule all dat sin
to laugh nd hate on dis immortal death were it all begins
back on earth his motha doesnt cry his gurl doesnt care
she aint love em no way nd dis boy knew dis from long in da affair
he just slumbers laughs at da devils wen dey tortur humans emotions
he slowly looks at da devil nd asks wen ckan i give them grievin dimensions
da devil laughed said u dont kno da first thang of torment ckoz u dont love
da boi said i do love but my love was destroyed and ran off witt my heatrs blood
da devil looked deep into dis bois eyes told em aight u may b ready
but y should i allow u to join da demons of those u kill da tready
ckoz i am who i am nd dats Lynx nd i do dis da best

to be continued