歌词：
The Death Set Paranoia

, Like a glass bottle cutting through my eye 1, 2! With an eye patch, you can rread every gesture, When you said good, were you talkin' about my paranoia

or the Beast Some bust blocks, feared on the block Traded in the trucks for a silver drop top Drug money flowin', jealousy is growin' Paranoia got him

turns 'round A bright-eyed woman in the kitchen Cooks up a kiss of death Boilin' up mango, crab and coconut And includin' cinnamon bread But she drops the pan and says Paranoia

in the underground fuck around get wiped cleaned from the slate and wonder how now you miles from the sun paranoia and you carry a gun scared to death

I never was happy I never was save So I shall be extinct The last I am pure Witness mysanguneous penance I don't need anyone My souls been set free Death

my affliction Lead forged entry wound, exempting me from Melancholic psychosis Cybernetic annihilation Finally set me free Released from my coma, denied death

third set of wolf prints where yours disappeared. I can't process, I don't follow. It would be easier to accept that you were swallowed. With no sign of death

the underground fuck around get wiped cleaned from the slate and wonder how now you miles from the sun paranoia and you carry a gun scared to death on

try to wet me up that's why I dumped on they ass I had a homey named ?Money' now he's R.I.P Niggas set him and killed him for some key's and g's I don