This is a song about "Phantom of opera"

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

You feel it from your head to your toes

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Go into their room hella silent like a phantom

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

The fortune of a fighter turned phantom as tragic struck his life and

Pocket racked up all big faces

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Cause there'll never be peace

Top of my pile of bodies

Of potential cases

I think found where your mind was

Beaches of normandy.

Cause time is money