Intro

Makin anything I want because I'm Cat Farmer Can't think of anything, so I fuckin think harder Don't know what he's doin that's what he tell 'em Liquor on his shirt, so you can smell him I run over cops with a blue lawn mower Got zero degrees, but it could still get colder Waste your life until you decide to swallow knives Once that happens you can't talk, much less apologize I don't even know what I'm talkin bout I got a lot to say, but I don't know how to spit it out One, two, three, four, five, six, seven Keeper of the creature that could send you straight to heaven Born to rid the world of them, in the night they step in The circle to worship their unholy brethren The essence of death and the wisdom of truth Both combined together to then form a truth And in this decision the worst chapter forged The forsaken being, the menace, the scourge