This is a song about "Koshchei the immortal"

Lady at the frank stand will

On the mic, i am immortal

But it's still cool just to dream man because

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Informal as fuck, no morals for the mortals cause he's fucking immortal,

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Like immortal technique, diabolic, and the rest,

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I the immortal, leave you in burning coral