Lady Gutta in the shadows where the cold wind howl, Black lipstick smeared, got the whole crowd growl. Hex in the notebook, curse in the cadence, Every syllable drippin' with graveyard fragrance. I'm the nightmare walkin' when the moon turn red, Got a choir of ghosts singin' hymns in my head. Midwest witchcraft mixed with gutter-born rage, Scratchin' cryptic revelations on a blood-black page. Eyes like a storm when the darkness awakens, Spit venomous scriptures, leave the faithful shakin'. Tarot cards flip when I enter the room, Every beat gets buried in a lyrical tomb. Black roses bloom where I step in the night, Demons and angels both afraid of the mic. I don't chase fame, I make legends appear, Whisper your fears and they materialize here. Chains rattle loud while the bassline knocks, Killa City queen with the coffin-box thoughts. Doc Red Eye stamp on the side of the hearse, Signed, sealed, severed Welcome to the curse.
