Lyrics:

[Hook]
I be the sick lunatic where the Devil is pwned
From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
I be the sick lunatic where the Devil is pwned
From the mist of the darkness, I come with this

[Verse 1: Apathy]
This is my theme music
Devils go to sleep in their dreams to it
A green fluid that leaks in your brain like the beat sewage
The newest ninja turtle, my verbals are like crop circles
The language of an alien life form who cops purple
The perfect flow, pocket like a pilot in a cockpit
Whose firing rockets of violent, offing some pilin
Hostages bodies and homemade coffins, I got a vile of toxins
Send you flying through the air like Mary Poppins
Y'all are barely popping, I'mma grizzly bear chomping
Through your epidermis, F your workers, effortless verses
Ap is perfect, overload the circuits in your iPhone
The Silver Surfer murder, every universe where I roam
The rose colored, blood flooded rooms like Redrum
My flow's Novocaine, blow your brain, leave your head numb
The psychopathic, writing magic words like holy Shaman
I leave you holy watching while I throw you in a coffin

[Hook]
I be the sick lunatic where the Devil is pwned
From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
I be the sick lunatic where the Devil is pwned
From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
I be the sick lunatic where the Devil is pwned
From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
I be the sick lunatic where the Devil is pwned
From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
I be the

[Verse 2: Apathy]
I shit out shitters, shake Richters and ricochet
Bullets that'll have you stepping quicker than Kid 'n Play
My missiles slay little gay rappers who exist today
Fistol rock, pistol pop, darkness will eclipse your block
Bitches stop dead in they tracks to go and get a cop
Get a job, get involved, fuck with me and get dissolved
Problem solved, gun revolved, cavemen who can't evolve
Molotov cocktails, burn a servant to the cloth
Back 'em off, blast 'em off, deep as size of chasm [?]
Clashed to cough, Ap is off meds, taking off your heads
Shatter back like Shaq backboards and basketballs
Scatter brain, act of Ativan and Adderall
Add 'em up, body count shows that I'm bad as fuck
I'm baseball fury in battle yelling, \'Batter up\'
I'm bitter cynic, spitting cynic verses that'll hit a critic heart
And if Riddick did it, admit it, y'all the one that did it

[Hook]
I be the sick lunatic where the Devil is pwned
From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
I be the sick lunatic where the Devil is pwned
From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
I be the sick lunatic where the Devil is pwned
From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
I be the sick lunatic where the Devil is pwned
From the mist of the darkness, I come with this