From the new track Rocket
"If they thought rap was dead tell the headz shit is ressurected
battle royale, ya wont last a second
the rhyme gets injected like smack in ya bloodstream
Dope D.O.D. is the code for the drugfiends
grab the frontseat and witness the crispness
six inch saringes turn innards to liquids
im like keith flint mixed with Sticky Fingaz
or a cross between Jason, the Fly and the Riddler
this aint horrorcore, its a Stephen King thriller
i curse yo ass worse than that fat dude in thinner
im tippin a stripper thats grippin my zipper
she whispers she never had sex with a killer
life on the streets from the pimps to the drifters
seven sin sickness, i spit David Finchers
get my hands dirty and chop of your fingers
for stickin ya nose in my business...S.V. !!! "