Paranoid
You can find me lurking in the night
I can feel the mothafuckin' evil hunting with scythe
Someone call my doctor, think I lost my fuckin' mind
If feel this way tomorrow, I promise that you gon' die
If I said I got your back then it's to the grave
If I said this pussy fake, we can run the fade
UAV 7 0 deuce, where I fuckin' stay, ain't nobody coming to save you
Pussies, my .9 go bang
Red dot scoping on yo' mothafuckin' cranium
Got the 9 millimeter
I'm busting shots like I'm painting 'em
Fuck it I'm just sick of 'em
Got the hounds they sicken em'
Burn they fuckin bodies and break they necks just by hangin 'em
Hold up
You sayin' Doctor Satan has arrived?
With all that shit you talkin', you will never be revived
I keep on buildin' on whatever that is trapped inside
And I will I'll never find the fuckin' truth that's hidden from my eyes
So many people always dark sided on the soul
Lost souls from the graves, they crave just to be a whole
And live again, just a matter of a sin
Just to fuck it up again, and nothin' in the mind to make amends
Crossed over dark matter, another name for dark shadows
Walk-in over hard gravel, just to grab the black candles
Light 'em up and pass the samples, ritual to be a vandal
UAV is in my blood and now it showin' on my mantle
