Preface

King of the grave
God of all who lost light in the day
And in the night they pray
To the man who walks with no face
After all there's a trace
One side of light, one side of dark, taste
The impending doom
That's stored for you
Courtesy of 2Face
The limits of the dead nigga
We plant ideas in your head nigga
Go through the cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle
With a 2Faced psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho

Tell the reaper Ima see him
And defy all his laws
When I see him, Ima feed him
Left hooks at his jaw
If you can't beat them
Use tactical antics
World go frantic
The good guys are here to save the day, nobody panic
Until you realize the good guys are tied up
Cut up and they can't speak
Mouth filled with shit
I kidnapped them niggas, feeling froggy nigga leap
I'm sitting at the pinnacle of the kingdom of the fallen
I'm trying to move forward
But the evil behind me is calling

King of the grave
God of all who lost light in the day
And in the night they pray
To the man who walks with no face
After all there's a trace
One side of light, one side of dark, taste
The impending doom
That's stored for you
Courtesy of 2Face
The limits of the dead nigga
We plant ideas in your head nigga
Go through the cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle
With a 2Faced psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho

Back then hoes didn't want me
Now I'm scared these demons want to haunt me
Ignorant people calling up on Charlie
But Charlie's line is down, please nigga stop it
Hogwash nigga dealing with this nonsense
Cause of it, feeling shitty unlike Bronson
Trying to make a turn around
But the dark is taunting
The dark is haunting me
Safe havens
I don't got too much but this music is saving me
Demons is taking me
Back down to the underground man
Death is basically calling

Trying to stand on my own but I can't stop falling my nigga

King of the grave
God of all who lost light in the day
And in the night they pray
To the man who walks with no face
After all there's a trace
One side of light, one side of dark, taste
The impending doom
That's stored for you
Courtesy of 2Face
The limits of the dead nigga
We plant ideas in your head nigga
Go through the cycle, cycle, cycle, cycle
With a 2Faced psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho

It's the wicked till I stick it
And these bitches say I'm in it
Wait a minute, 2Face, 2Face
What you gotta say to the people still sleeping on a nigga
Too late, too late
You running out of time, and I'm running out of space
To say the shit I wanna say
In a timely manner
Does it even matter
The masses brainwashed by these brainwashed rappers
Sipping codeine, popping x
I don't give a fuck who you think is up next
It's not about who does it first
But who really does it and does it the best

2Face, 2Face
Welcome to the wicked bowels of my mind
Don't get too lost