Ballistic

[Intro]
Don't mess with a goddess

[Verse]
Serpents rise out of the ground when I give command
If you ain't think I sacrifice, just take a look at my hands
Do you think I'd really let you have that?
Torture you mentally, I'll enjoy every second
I don't need a hex to do damage
Your paranoia is starting to run rampant
Your fears are going to eat you all up
But not before my snakes do ya
My snakes eat your limbs one by one like platter
Not like it matters, you're just a statistic
Send my snakes, they gather ballistics
I got so much guns inside of my crib
It looks like a war-torn village
My snakes gather intel on everyone
I'll blackmail your ass before I'm done
I change images and personas
If I need help, then I just phone them
My snakes are all very loyal to me
I feel like I'm the snake king
My cult I run with ease, they all follow the ring
I invite death with a smile, with a smile
The dreams I get at night I revile, they're outright vile
I can't get sleep at night, all I get is evil sights
You can't enter any battle in the night
You can't enter any battle with any fear
You can't let that doubt infiltrate your ears
Everything is all part of the plan to make you weak and not a threat