When love comes around check the shadows
I’ll appear like Jack the ripper,
then disappear leaven two lovers motionless
Call me the Steven King Clown,
with eye’s wide shut lurk “n” in the shadows sound
scare "n" old people put em in sixfeet ground
Where shadows of death live,
I'm stalk “n” foes with the battle Axes and acid spits,
hit em up make "n" sure none of em live,
In th Shadows
I dwell there,
my mind between limbo and horror flicks
my mentality fits a mad kings power trip
You can catch me lurking in the Shadows like night crawler
Praying for the death of my Enemies and all who follow...
bring "n" adversaries bad dreams without a tongue swollow,
Call me the shadow monarch
with two pistol grips lay "n" slump
In the Shadowy pits wait "n" for another FIx