Lord of the Dead lyrics

How do you think I feel
I feel f*ckin sick
Feel sick to my motherf*ckin stomach
I feel empty (Good Morning)

Locked in a mental state
Paranoia everyday
Government, annihilate
Rose from the f*ckin grave

Lord of the dead, aye
Lord of the dead, aye
Lord of the dead, aye
Lord of the dead, aye

Terrorist elements, heavy sh*t, regiment
Freddy sh*t, pull up straight to your melon an..
Big di*ks only swing for the pendulum
Sick of these f*ckin pain pill regimens

E$UZ, this is your conscious, nonsense
Negativity sponsored all this
Broken promises of a divinity world conquered
Stop it

Brass knuckles to your face
And we pull up for the fade
Medusa couldn't trace
Me, stoned every day
I'm finna fade you n*ggas on sight
With the blade tucked bomb tight
We get it on right

Baphomet only lives to sever your soul
Life's a b*tch, they follow where she blows
I feel hollow and 7 years old
I feel hollow and 7 years old

E$UZ, this is your conscious again
Don't you sign that contract again
The Devil told me you walk with him
You gon need you a Johnnie Cochran

Yah
Yah
Yah

Aye
Here I go, here I go on a murder spree
Stealing all you rappers, you coulda swore it was a burglary
Learning from my masters
Yeah, I'm working on my third degree
Owning all my masters
I was never into slavery, yah
Lord of the dead
Lord of the dead
Lord of the dead
I'm the Lord of the Dead