On The Throne

I'm like the mad cow disease, they don't want this beef

Post-traumatic stress disorder, bitch I'll haunt your dreams

Key your confidence and pride, then watch it bleed

Till nothing's left of you, a skeleton's a self-esteem

The smoke in the air, you can hear them cough and wheeze

Cause it was tough talk before, but they all want peace

But that bridge got burnt after crossing me

Revenge is best served cold, now watch them freeze

Radioactive bars dropping like some atom bombs

I turn the underground scene to some catacombs