Lyrics

At first look you would way that this man is just a gimp, he walks alot, he lies alot, he walks with a bad limp. But no one really knows him, no one takes the hint, a mastermind in fool's diguise, his name is Verbal Kint... You could call him the devil, the reason being this, the best trick the devil ever pulled; convinced the world he didn't exhist. A devil in disguise, a wolf dressed as a lamb, just when you think he's going to fold, he's got four aces in his hand... He runs the underworld and no one sees his face, he's killed a 1000 men, he's got a million different names. He's the baddest motherf*cker that I have hever known, he works hard for what he's got, he's got a heart that's made of stone... He'll make you doubt yourself, he'll play tricks with your brain, does he steal or does he kill, it doesn't matter, it's all the same. He may seem a petty crook, but he's no ordinary man, his name is Verbal Kint, he's got the whole world in his hands...