Feed me a sacrifice
Down by the candle light
They rising from the grave
Don't mind the weeping maggot bites
I bunk with retched sights
It's such a horrid night
Your presence here can only mean the prophecy was right
I'm posted up in your crypt
I'm Samuel L. with the stick
I've had it with you f*cking snakes so get the f*ck off my ship
I'm hitting devious licks
A f*cking menace in pits
I'll kill myself and come back so I can ghost ride the whip
I leave you rigid and stiff
Yeah rigor mortis a bitch
I'm tagging"Spaceman was here" inside your sarcophagus
I just woke up and I'm pissed
I'm letting God handle this
I'm walking out of the explosion saying looks like you missed
I'm getting sick
You f*ckers give me the ick
So start talking your shit
I'm deaf to you f*cking peasants
I hate coppers and suits
I'm grinding XP and loot
This envelope of anthrax your present
You pussies give me depression
Full of shit like you septic
I don't suppose you even realized what the hell you just stepped in
Who went and let the pests in?
I won't consort with you fabulists for a second
I'm a troubadour that's never had a need for protection, you feel?
Cold chill in my brain
It's like there's ice in my veins
She looking up at my fangs
And got me going insane
I deal with monstrous things
I'm going numb from the caine
The powder hit with a tang
And leave my body decayed
Poor thing
Now you forgot your name
I blast back from the pain
I grab my noose, let it hang
Dropping new types of strains
It's infamy and not fame
No matter time of the day
I'm acting f*cking deranged
And if you didn't know now you know
I'm playing hazardous games
I'll hold you moths to the flame
Don't think I'll ever be tamed
I'm acting f*cking deranged
Feelings never the same
A bullet for all my dames
I'm steady taking my aim
And acting f*cking deranged
I'm playing hazardous games
I'll hold you moths to the flame
Don't think I'll ever be tamed
I'm acting f*cking deranged
Feelings never the same
A bullet for all my dames
I'm steady taking my aim
And acting..look
I'm on a quest to have nasty perverted sex
And mail pictures of my ex to the Devil for safekeeping
These sutures won't stop the bleeding
Your future's next to completing
Snatch your dying cigarette and start chiefing
Supplier of the volksdrogas
Choice of the sick chorus
Dealing scoops of this shit like I'm a reporter
They speak in tongues of the horror
The next opponent may be worth some decorum
I've never netted nothing like it all these years an explorer, you heard?