This is a song about "Criss angel"

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Oops did reveal that oh well that's what you get for compelling the angel of death bitch,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

A perfect angel-a, matter of fact that's what her name is.

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

I fell in love for the first time with an angel

Ha, running rebel on another level

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

Your my angel and thats all i really want to say

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

But my angel dont need angeldust to stay dangerous