It's not me you see

when you look into my eyes,

but a master of rhyme,

In a horrid disguise...

A killer of killers

a darkened soul,

a thoughtless mind,

a man on a roll...

You think you know me,

but think again.

I wear two faces,

while playing pretend...

Next time you see me,

step to the side,

let yourself think,

Is he in disguise...