Epitaph Poem by William Mowell

You say the music I listen to is fucked up
well I'm about to give you the death cup

slit your wrist, cut your eyes, you wont even realize
whats about to go down, when you mess with this dark clown

I'll make the murder rap, look like an epitaph
what I'm gonna do to you, make you wish it was Sabu

I'll be giving you the beat down, yeah I'm from a country town
Don't mean shit son, this day is already done

and your six feet under the asphalt, from my wicked ass-ualt