It's automatic I rain caskets of dead poets,
my mother gave the permission for the syrum of lyricism,
Dr. Kavorkian overdosed it.
Now I rain death traps P.O.W. camps,
my insane slang divides continents,
and turn rabbis to gangbangers.
I'm Ako Mack the world killer.
In my past life I was Jack the Ripper, Charles Manson,
then Son of Sam the New York .44 caliber killer.
I come from desolation, full of abomination's,
where gods stay at war for territory.
Incest multiplies my population.
My blood turns to venom, and bleed poisonous centipedes,
so tell my enemies I hold the antidote in a state of cryogenic freeze.
I'm cold, south poled, frigid, subzero.
I'll step off the cyclone, spin off the planet,
and laugh at your globe.
Who's your god?