Killer Kross -

The pendulum swings for the weak and the brave Killer Kross is the other side of the grave Which direction would you like to refine—wrestling, fiction, or poetry?

The nickname came from a rival mob boss who, after losing three lieutenants in a single week, finally saw Kross in a diner. "You're a killer, Kross," the boss hissed, reaching for a knife. Kross didn't look up from his coffee. "No," he replied softly, "I'm a solution. Killers enjoy it. I just balance the equation." killer kross

Here comes the Killer Kross No heaven to save your loss The mask goes on, the lights go dim You sold your soul—he’s cashing it in The pendulum swings for the weak and the