Just checkin' my microphone once  As I check your audio  Increase the bass response  Hope n the speakers blow  I got no time to sit and flip  And pop bullshit  Turn up your stereo hops  Insert the rhyme clip  Roll your windows up  Make sure it7s air tight  E.Q. the track exact  So shit sounds right  I rhyme of death  And darkness and danger  Your crib or car  Becomes a torture chamber  I write my rhymes with violence  What you expect?  Sounds of pain  The snap of a broken neck  All alone in darkness I sit each night  Write my rhymes  With blood upon a butcher knife  You say the Ice is ill, and ill I am  They try to ban my shit  And I don't give a damn  Roll up, your eye will get swoll up  Suckers who flexed  Yo, their deaths got tolled up  Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with  Boy with the big mouth  Ya got time to riff?  There's time to take you out  Put a couple caps in your ass  Cut your head off    Send it to your mom with flowers  Cause I'm so soft  Lay on your wack crew  Smoke the whole bunch  Bury 'em in my bck yard  And then I'll eat lunch  Cause I don't give a fuck about you  Or him or her  Whenever I'm in the house  A death just might occur  Is this real or fiction  You'll never know    [CHORUS]  While you're locked to the  Pulse of the rhyme flow!    Once I lock you up, you can't get loose  You put your head inside  And I placed the noose  The mic drips juice slow  From its steel mesh  My words feel like hooks  Underneath your flesh  Makin' you twist and turn  Scorch and burn, when will you learn?  The '90s are my turn  To pitch a vocal fit, like the ultimate  Gangster rhyme, yo, I invented the shit!  Watch me dod it, as I do it  And I do it right  Grab the gauge  Duct tape on the flashlight  Doin' the black ski mask  And come to your house  Cut off your power  And do you with the lights out!  Is this real or fiction?  You'll never know    [CHORUS]    A pool of blood  and floating body parts  Would make me grin  A close view of a razor  When it's breaking skin  If you were burnin'  I'd use gasoline to put you out  Cause I walk alone  And choose the dark route  Nightmares gotta be loved by some  And I'm the one  Ya wanna come, bring your shotgun  You ever see your partner die?  No? Well I have!  You ever see your father die?  No? Well I have!  You ever see your mother die?  No? Well I have!  So shut the fuck up, punk  And clear the rhyme path!  What would make meel calm and nice  Is a slow slice  Through your jugular and windpipe  Throw me in jail  I won't even try to make bail  Put me in the gas chamber  And watch me inhale!  Is this true or false?  Well you'll never know    [CHORUS]    Jason, Tales from the Crypt  And the Dark Side  Another fly murder, another suicide  Did these flicks  Have an influence on my brain?  I really doubt that shit  I think that I was born insane  When I was young  I had a lust for knives and guns  Use a magnifying glass  To fry an ant with the sun  And on and on  My lust for death got bigger  At fifteen  I was placed behind a trigger  Although I'm dirty  Not the one to be swept up  step up, I'd love to open your chest up  I've got no concept of life or death  All I want is your last breath  Give me a motherfuckin' break  I should behave  Give me a motherfuckin' shovel  I'll dig graves!  I break ill in extra large portions  where's your parents  I'll make you an orphan  So when you're talkin' crazy  You better think of me  The I, to the C, to the E, to the fuckin' T!  There'll be no tears  No screams or cries, just a laser beam  Between your fuckin' eyes  You feel strange well now you know    [CHORUS]