God told me to skin you aliveSo you're in the gate, boyYou're in the gates of hellI'm about some time hereAnd I'm trying to see you chillCan't hear my skin glassI think I see that timeI'm in my helping handFor the kind of a rideIf you wanna die, of course you haveBut I won't till I get my revengeI've been *, *, done too many waysBut I don't wanna see people anymoreThings I never, ever saw beforeBut you see them for the * they areNext thing is to get away with itAnd I won't get a chanceBut I won't get a chanceNext thing is to get away with itNext thing is to get away with itAnd I won't get a chanceYes!
