Testo Intro

From my stomping ground to where I dwell, Hollow ground, my own living hell Stabbed in the back, the way I feel Six Ft Ditch, it's time to kill Six Ft Ditch Stamping on your corpse, I'll throw you in a hole The only thing left is your soul Beaten to a pulp, beyond recognition Stranglehold, too late for submission Shit! I'm droppin' bombs on ya head The next time you see me, you're gonna be dead Death is stalking, it's coming for you Step the fuck down or catch a beatdown Fool-ah!