Ashes 2 Ashes
[Verse 1]
Been the sickest; since I opened for business
It's survival of the fittest and that means that you're finished
Leave you bleedin' with stitches, that's 93 incisions
I'm in your subliminal giving you nightmares with these visions
So shall it be written; so shall it be done
You ain't even safe, rappin' with the devil and a gun
Abra cadabra, gonna disappear your cadaver
But that's after I stabbed ya, from your neck to your bladder
I'm an arrogant bastard, there's no unwritten chapter
I'm gonna bury you and become; your girlfriend's favorite rapper
Make that dirty bitch leave you, and promise her greener pastures
I'll get that fat cunt alone and let my bitch smash her (Kilo: Sup "bitch?!")

[Hook x2]
Join the ceremony; let it burn in flames
Ashes 2 ashes; death to all the lames
One gone, two gone, three gone, four
It's just a matter of time before; you're no more

[Verse 2]
If I quit now, I'd be like "no fucks given"
If you quit, pal, you'd have no home to live in
Wait a minute, sorry; let's tap the brakes
You wouldn't be able to split the rent with your flat mates
I got a bad taste? No. That should be you
'Cuz you ain't brushed the teeth since like two thousand and two (Koma: "Ew!")
Sorry that shit is like feet, acid, death
I think you'd have to gargle with bleach to kill that bad breath
Mad yet, homie? I know that you are
You's about to run to Twitter, and be a superstar
Lookin' for validation; a little ego affirmation
Lookin' at pics of me, contemplatin' left hand masturbation
[Hook x2]
Join the ceremony; let it burn in flames
Ashes 2 ashes; death to all the lames
One gone, two gone, three gone, four
It's just a matter of time before; you're no more

[Verse 3]
I bless this mic, in the name of Komatose
Then split you into three like the father, son, and holy ghost
You're a phony bro, I think you need to see a damn doctor
Get your head checked, you tried to scam the whole roster
You shoulda had a premonition that this day would come
You's about to be a broke bum, tryna snatch up old crumbs
No one wants to be awake, for your ministry of hate
They'd rather be comatose, with a cut throat and face (Oh great.)
Now you're gonna cast spells, summon hell, scream and yell
Roll the dice and I'm like "Oh, well"
Play your rap Dungeons and Dragons, you can have 'em
I'll be the only cut throat serial killer still rappin'

[Hook x2]
Join the ceremony; let it burn in flames
Ashes 2 ashes; death to all the lames
One gone, two gone, three gone, four
It's just a matter of time before; you're no more