This is a song about "Shadow of evil"

Don't let evil things pop out of you cold weasel.

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

I'm a lyrical force, show no remorse, the source of evil

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Yea, though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil:

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

They're scavenging through the remains of the waste carved by evil

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

Slinky, so robust, trust what i say is the evil of dusk

Underrated that's temporarily for the moment

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Money is the root of all evil

Breedin' a whole new type of evil

If they startcuz it's all about survival

A face of evil in a new form

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm