Opertus

Ha, yea, Sick I get my head Up out the ground Can't keep it waiting in sand She'll take ya down Atop the stairs Right at the door There's a ripe place for god to give me more I tasted death Ha Right on my tongue Sick Always a real ripe place to lie amongst the dung Ha, yea Don't you know me by name Wait here at the gates He doesn't want to be seen He hasn't left this place I'll talked to him Just let me pass I crossed his rivers, fed his dogs, and won't turn back