This is a song about "Evil dead"

Like the evil inspector gadget

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Money is the root of all evil

See these lights got me on another level

Never wrong at any level

Disguised as nice but true evil

As i light one for ill will

Then have to revist this evil

Even when my dreams are dead

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

The evil look i always rock with an evil scorn,

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

Than these pseudo-intellectual hipsters, the evil,

We don't believe you, you need more people

The church is so fucking evil