If Money Is the Root of All Evil, Why Am I Still Broke?

Drinking the blood of my victims
Hoping that I gain their wisdom
Child of a failed system, I got the symptoms
I might go and throw conniptions
Sacrifice you like Egyptians
This is not a work of fiction
Bitch I've been off my prescriptions, with this addiction
Feeling like a crucifixion
Every move I make, feel like a sin
I just sold my soul, anything to win
And every life I take I do it with a big ol' grin
Because the art of Hannibal I stole, I'm making suits of skin

As a boy I felt different than most
Dreamin of immense power only held by those
Who were skilled in the dark arts and vanquished all their foes
Loved the villains cuz I knew the heroes only won in shows
Shut the fuck up I don't wanna hear a word about no comic book shit
Time to cut up some brains
You know when I'm rollin point the blicky, at em grip be gettin sticky
Packin big clips, don't even aim
Bitch say name
You know it's Kasper, I'm such a disaster
Joyful laughter gives me a look of distain
Bitch better listen up, either way I'll cut you up
Split personalities and this ones insane
Down the dirt road, smoked the popo body left a dent in my frame
(FUCK)
Blood same colour as my paint job, I don't praise god
He don't even say my name
(WHAT)
Thick lipped, big booty bitch in my whip
Her head is the best in the game
(SLUT)
Sold my soul to the devil, I'm rebel with a cause
Only thing I pursue is the fame
(YUH)

I'm moving so sinister bitch, I'm a visitor from down below
Fire need more than extinguishers, yes I'm a pillager in the shadows
MK on a hoe imma finish her, no I'm not kissing her, I'm in her throat
Know I take after inquisitors, now you my prisoner you cannot go
Cuz imma tie the noose, round your neck, neck
Nah it wont be loose, you cant talk back
High up in the spruce, where the birds peck
You ask what's the use? Satan's check, check

Satans check, check
Satans check, check (check, check, check, check)