Million in My Hands

When them things start clickin', everybody give me Room. Now let me clarify what my horrorcore style is A mixture of occult knowledge and expressions of Violence The silence of you lames, man, tell me What's in your wallets What's all these rappers Screamin' 'bout it but be blowin' no phallics? What would you do to have a room in The devil's palace? Would you wear a dress in Baby's Wonderland and be Alice? How far would you go to hold a measly Couple of dollars? You fraudulent rappers is fillin' Up my funeral parlor You faggots couldn't comprehend The mystical powers That's embedded inside the Lyrics of this wizardly scholar Holler and scream, Horrorcore's king is supreme All you Kalijah and the Fellas tuckin' nuts in between Fuck is you mean? Uncle Rare, I'm a demean This motherfucker in this Physical dimension and dreams Get to howlin' at the Moon, wolves hungry and lean Me and my graveyard Team rage against the machine, the Linus When them Things start clickin', everybody give me room Linus Got them goons, yo, Linus got goons After you Hear the boom, they layin' you in a tomb Linus got them goons, you know the Linus got Them goons When them things start clickin', Everybody give me room Linus got them goons, Yo, Linus got goons After you hear the boom, They layin' you in a tomb Linus got them Goons, you know the Linus got them goons What You think I roll with these fuckin' two goons For? To drag your casket's where I'm howlin' at The moon for Diggin' the ditches, who cares about The tears of your missus? Man, it's about to get real vicious Frankenstein Them niggas, leave 'em in ditches They bitches Lookin' like Halloween witches I told you them Niggas snitches Fine, bury 'em in the abyss and Piss on 'em Always make 'em tell me the Truth when I pull a fifth on 'em Flow So crazy, they think I'm castin' a spell Got A little crazy bitch that'll rip you apart, Annabelle I'm tellin' you now, you walkin' around Your own grave site Fuckin' around, You're either Drake Pound or a Blade Knight Six Million ways to die, what do you expect? Strangulation or a hypodermic needle to the neck? Yeah, you feeble, don't make me do somethin' to Seem evil Have Brooklyn put red dots over the Rap weasels like the measles When them things start Clickin', everybody give me room Linus got them Goons, yo, Linus got goons After hear the boom, They layin' you in a tomb Linus got them Goons, you know the Linus got them goons When Them things start clickin', everybody give me room Linus got them goons, yo, Linus got goons After You hear the boom, they layin' you in a Tomb Linus got them goons, you know the Linus Got them goons