In the name of The Witch, I cut the head off a mule. I gutted it out, put it on, and then I wore it to school. That ain't the only thing I wore. I wore a clip and some rounds. A fukin killer with this mule head, and I'm clippin' 'em down. Because I'm all out of choices and my voice is unheard. You and your boys get the worst. I aim, your forehead, it burst. I'm evil. Fire's in my sky. I see no diamonds, it's true. Aim for your guts and blow your breakfast out behind you. I'm one with the darkness.