Evil spirits taking over now they running through my head Telling me grip that fucking gun Telling pop that fucking lead It's a bird, it's a plane No, it's Satan in the flesh I'm that dead mother fucker steady smoking on that death Satanic holy ghost Snort that holy dope Infrared scope with that dot right on your throat I'm that scarecrow in the corner Welcome to my crucifixion Graveyard living Murder itching Don't be superstitious Demons got my back, I don't even fight now Black magic Voodoo power $uicide's exciting now see?
[Verse 2: Yung Plague]
I'd rather take a nap after I turn a blunt to ash Creeping cracker on the chronic Feeling like a Velociraptor Pulling of the patch, but I ain't taking off the fucking mask Heard 'em gasp Closed their mouth with the fucking gat's blast Can't rap about a fine dime's ass no more G*59 where the beast's signs fine Fuck a feast, I'm fine dying Life gave me lemons, but I want a fucking lime Ain't got the time to die trying Bitch, I know I'll die alone Either in a ditch or on a throne Either way in a pit I'm being thrown Everything is nothing and I'm fucking decomposed