It's automatic I rain caskets of dead poets, my mother gave the permission for the syrum of lyricism, Dr. Kavorkian overdosed it. Now I rain death traps P.O.W. camps, torture cambers, my insane slang divides continents, and turn rabbis to gangbangers. I'm Ako Mack the world killer. In my past life I was Jack the Ripper, Charles Manson, then Son of Sam the New York .44 caliber killer. I come from desolation, full of abomination's, where gods stay at war for territory. Incest multiplies my population. My blood turns to venom, and bleed poisonous centipedes, so tell my enemies I hold the antidote in a state of cryogenic freeze. I'm cold, south poled, frigid, subzero. I'll step off the cyclone, spin off the planet, and laugh at your globe. Who's your god?
Lyrics submitted by HoldURBreath