This is a song about "Anger to kill"

And beckon the beast that dwells and awaits to devour our anger

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

So hold back ya tears

If he wants to kill himself,

I ain't trynna be forward

Too stoned to kill a bird/

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Im trying to work on my anger/

That's aids to the ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Ever after evil laughter im the master still full of anger smart enough not to bow

I need some reasons see cuz it's some creatures growing deep inside of my heart right now

He tried to kill my cousin

Grown men never should bite their tongue