(Lord Infamous)

One cold winter of many tales

Trails of blood left in frozen snow

A family slaughtered by a loved one, forgive scarecrow

I turned against God and everything that I cared for most

Police arrived, candle light, butcher knives, bloody bedposts

Found staked on the floor soaked in evidence of the root of violence

Only a teen, sent to spend my final life in an insane asylum

So furious of past, I'm an adult I feel better now

But no matter, I tell them that I know they'll never let me out

I rot in this dread, my only world's the one in my head

I hate psycho-therapists, I walk amongst walking dead

Everday, yes every-single day, peepin' ways to escape

I got to find a way out this place, it's a must, got to find a way

I'm pullin hair up out my freakin' head yo

They trippin' cause a nigga put his ass in a choke hold

I wanna go psycho and kick this mutha fuckin' force boi

In a padded room I know I'll never get up out this hole

I'm pacin' back and forth across this room

I gotta think of somethin, man I got to make a move

The day I killed my fuckin' family in a week or two

I got to get up back out there I wanna do it again fool

Gettin' cool with the old ass maintence man

I told him