Uh, what's that? Cyanide Hahaha Plague Execution Weh di bloodclaat do yuh? Siddung, siddung Fu-u-u-u-ck! At least, I own the fact I'm fucked up! Fuck! At least, I own the fact I'm fucked! We're still here, pussy! (Ooh, pussy) We're still here, we're still here! (Oh, blergh) ♪ Keep pushin' 'til I pull up, no pen You can hear it in my voice, I'm vex I keep going to the places I'm hated No warnings, keep it running of risk Destroyed it, never doing it again Couldn't see a nigga's face in the ends Pitch black, steel bat with my friends Now why would I preach to a lens? Cut your heart out Take two bites, alright, I'm a fiend for the clense Propaganda Not my life, motherfucker, I'ma speak for the dead No answer Only give them life from the creed in my hand You're all actors I'm fucked enough too but at least, I admit Fuck! At least I own the fact I'm fucked up! Fuck! At least I own the fact I'm fucked up! (Ugh) Eurgh Dead! Rising! Dead! Rising! Dead! Rising! Dead!