You're in convulsions burstin' guts. It's real pain, this is not illusions. You wanna die, but you don't dead yet, Take your soul away and turn your head: Vulture's seeking for fresh brain, Here it is - take a piece. You will die, and no hope For a God, you are suffering. It's not sad, it's make me funny just With your blood to kill you. God has ordered me. Crows are eating fucking eyes, worms are climbing in your ass, Maggots're propagating themselves in your body, Crows are eating fucking eyes, worms are climbing in your ass, Divide this meat with crows. You smells like shit, you are food for flies, Your shit climbs through the mouth. Welcome, honey, to my house. Ill: It's a hatchet? Alex: Yeah, in the cock, haha! Ill: But where's the head, dude? Alex: Oh shit! What's a fucking attitude?!