My life in the D is a tragicomedynA poetic versenIt's voodoo some say black magic ettouffenA dead man's cursennIt's just like the Egyptian tombsnTunnels leading to empty roomsnSkeptics think it's a doctored photonOf a U.F.OnnYou're wasting your breath on life after deathnCause I'm almost surenIf hell does exist than the Devil's a scientistnFinding a curennIt's life microscopic sizenUnseen by the naked eyenThe answer's encoded with inknThat's invisiblennWhen God made the earth and saw his net worthnHe posed for a shotnAnd life in the D is what was handed to menAnd that's what I've gotnIt's all just a hologramnnLocked in a vault it's a cryptogramnA lie on the Polygraph testnIt's detectable