[Verse 1: S.O.N.]
My pen expels a red death like Edgar Allan Poe
It's like my flow, it channels ghosts of all the dead and tortured souls
Where exactly are we headed now? Nobody really knows
So follow me into the void, embrace the fear of the unknown
The wicked shit is mine, I am evil and divine
All of this is by design and it exists inside my mind
The horns hold the halo and the being holds the consciousness
I remember when I lost my mind and now there is no stopping this
The prison is duality for which I do exist in
Legion is the strength and the heart we felt was missing
The message is the same if you Muslim or you Christian
And it's spreading like a plague wrote about in Gothic fiction
[Chorus: Bukshot]
Demons from the legends (from the legends), we ain't fed yet
Living in our presence but bitch you ain't dead yet
We might shoot ya but we ain't said yet
I see your future, it's looking like a red death
[Post-Chorus: Bukshot]
I see the writing on the wall but they can't see it
It says my enemies will fall and that will be it
No pass! Only enter with a paid debt
No cash! Then we accept a red death
[Verse 2: Bukshot]
If I got beef with you we gonna dance
Shit is imminent, promise though you don't stand a chance
Of survival, I put that on a burning Bible
My list is real, I had fantasies of burning rivals
And turning titles (turning titles), I'm the heavyweight
Bitch, you ain't contender worthy (contender worthy), let me demonstrate
Come with a chip that's on my shoulder, your chip's inside your head
Just a robot taking orders, that shit'll leave you dead
Don't forget, I am the boss
I call the shots, I can knock you off
Mobbin' with a violent clique
Deadly like a viper pit
Work you with a knife and shit
Squeeze you with an iron grip
[Chorus: Bukshot]
Demons from the legends (from the legends), we ain't fed yet
Living in our presence but bitch you ain't dead yet
We might shoot ya but we ain't said yet
I see your future, it's looking like a red death
[Post-Chorus: Bukshot]
I see the writing on the wall but they can't see it
It says my enemies will fall and that will be it
No pass! Only enter with a paid debt
No cash! Then we accept a red death
[Verse 3: Twisted Insane]
Redrum, when did I come?
Put 'em in the basement like I'm Jason, behead 'em
Brain full of sick, hop in the whip when I sick 'em
Watch out for the poison, this shit will infect 'em
Uhh! Ain't no more talking when out of breath
Speaking to the Ouija, the burner bringing your death
Better get the fuck around me, I'm finna leave it a mess
I drove a hundred miles just to put one up in your chest
The red death of flesh, put a knife over wrists
Hop back up in the whip and then pick us up, I'm the best
One less, took some time to digest
Knives of all kind and tied to my chest
Uhh! (uhh!, uhh!) I'm on the main line
Turn around and we let 'em off at the same time
In the winter we always living but they dying
Keep on running, we coming up on the state line
My time to waste, no time's enough, but find time to taste
Find time to kill but my mind is laced
Drunk at the wheel, that's my kind of race
Find whoever you gonna find and tell them hurry, goodbye
You wonder why I might die today
Lost, a body found up in my hideaway
Left a red death when I ride away
[Chorus: Bukshot]
Demons from the legends (from the legends) we ain't fed yet
Living in our presence but bitch you ain't dead yet
We might shoot ya but we ain't said yet
I see your future, it's looking like a red death
[Post-Chorus: Bukshot]
I see the writing on the wall but they can't see it
It says my enemies will fall then that will be it
No pass! Only enter with a paid debt
No cash! Then we accept a red death
