[Reversed]   Kings and Queens, just show us where we should be (you motherfuckers)      Is my mind explicit cause I hang with a sinner?   Hand and hand with the hatchet but its nuttin familiar   Nonbelievers keep walking till we finally arrive   Black smoke around the family with the red in our eyes   Cold chills from the death holding on to the past   With a pistol to the temple cause your lifes movin fast   Devastated by the anger that you need to escape   Right hand on the book, flip the page, choose your fate      Kiss the dead, on the red moon night   Will they cry? Well I think they just might   Torturing! What's a frozen tear?   This ain't Hell, but I'd rather be there   Spider web, makes it hard to move   Death awaits, yet I have nothing to prove   Twiztid souls, in my mental game   Murder comes, and goes with no kind of blame      Power drains, as the dark becomes light   Trapped motionless, cause the chords are too tight   What will ever become, of this book that I hold   Will the fire burn us, like they told Synplicity      Rain drops fall from the dark night sky   Bodies crawl from garbage cans and alleyways alike   You can find me there in the shadows without a doubt   Time for my people and me to come about   Children of the River, and the misunderstood, downtrodden, and forgotten but   It's still all good   What you throw away is ours to keep, you know the children need a pillow   When they go to fuckin sleep      Your disease, quite infectious   Once I know, your the object of my lust   Acid rain, come on and stick out your tongue   There's enough, for each and every single one   Right or left, come follow me   Pyramids, lobotomy is necessary   Crystal ball, it's just Synplicity   Kings and Queens, just show us where we should be (you motherfuckers)      Power drains, as the dark becomes light   Trapped motionless, cause the chords are too tight   What will ever become, of this book that I hold   Will the fire burn us, like they told Synplicity      I was running with a hatchet down the block, my leg got popped   When I copped a dub at the dope spot   Everybody out to get me everywhere I go, is it a sin to get your dick sucked   By a foe? (fuck no!)   What about the fact that I bring the dope guns, stay outta my way and don't   Make me have to use one   Can't help the feeling, my head overloads pull the trigger and unload      Power drains, as the dark becomes light   Trapped motionless, cause the chords are too tight   What will ever become, of this book that I hold   Will the fire burn us, like they told Synplicity      SYNPLICITY!