Another room full of drugs. I know my momma' wouldn't want me here
But, it's just how we get; how we live. No limit. I'm so in it now.
All I wanted to be was a Rockstar, ever since I was born
Dance with the Devil like I'm Ozzy Osbourne
From the night to the morn'. What's it all for?

Mixing percocet with meditation. Medicating while I penetrate my psyche
Oxy-calming down my energy. I'm Buddha when I'm faded
Man, as soon I'm sedated. I'm just praying that I make it
Might've did too much. I might be on Pluto for a day,
or on the Moon if I'm mistaken. Gotta' stay awake, but the booze'll get me wasted
Fuck it. I never gave a fuck about nothin'
I been about it. I'll give you the run-around whenever I come to town
I just always knew to keep my shit up underground
What's the point of pretending? Yo, fuck that other side
'cause all I see is fake smiles when we come around.
Bad Boys doing something foul.
Who're you to judge with no gavel in your hand?
Ya'll used to be the shit. What happened to your clan?
Acting brand new and we haven't been a fan
So, stick to your role and keep yappin' in the stands
You play it safe and still be acting like the man, bruh
It's so funny. You should prolly do stand-up
I can see you stunting hard in front of cameras
But, on the real, you don't got the heart to match us
Real. And we might be the last ones
And it's looking like you're gonna' need a black tux
'cause you're destined to hit a dead-end. I know it
There's always a level above you where I'm heavily known at
Right?

(Hook)

Black Sabbath...

Tell me who can hang. I can put you on game.
Calling your bluff. Make you try to keep up.
No denying, we're rugged.
I might just be under the stars with my wolves when it's time to re-up.
Slightly corrupt. Yet, my dynasty untouchable
even though this evil's right in my blood-stream
Look at me in the eye and see that side of me come free
Shouldn't be that surprised. Been in hiding for some time,
and it's like what was ugly is pretty now
Thought we had a soul but, it's dust and isn't found
Look around,=and you won't find shit
Ghosts in the night where the poltergeists live
No one likes this, but it's home to my kin
BentSquad: come and see us while we're roaming The Fringe
Godless and Heartless. Know yourself
Way on top of you frauds. It's cold in Hell,
but we got what you lost, so you won't excel
We can show-and-tell. We can show-and-tell...
Ain't associating with you 'cause you're known to fail
It gets deeper than Pacific, but we go and sail...
anyway. Any day you want to walk the tight-rope, take a slow inhale
Rolling Stones ain't lackin' over here
Got the wheel, so we grab it and we steer
Ride hard like Revere, ooo...

(Hook)