[Verse 1: Lil' Grimm]
Demons in the night, yes, I'm wanted for my evil deeds
Late at night, I'm cold, so I pick up this book and read
Psychotic nigga shit, 'cause these niggas run their lip
Evil spirits cast a spell now it's runnin' through my head
Just look up in the sky, oh shit what do I see
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Demons comin' up to me
[?] got that skunk, one nigga already locked in my trunk
Red Dogg grab his body when I stopped at the city dump
Out there, messed up, baptized off that holy dope
Please don't try to run cause I got that infrared scope
At yo mothafuckin' domes, told you hoes to leave me alone
Quiet nigga in that corner, but I keep my big black tone
While I'm in the corner, yes, I'm dazed into my cruise of thought
Slice that ho, lookin' at me with my fuckin' chainsaw
Snatch a bitch real quick, take her to my nearest ditch
Hi, my name is Grimm, welcome to my crucifix
At the fuckin' graveyard, creepin' with the no light
Quick to kill a nigga with no trigger fuckin' sight
But I'm kind of fucked up, damn, I can't think straight
Red Dogg, help me through this misery because I'm losin' faith
Havin' bad dreams when the clock hits midnight
Demons grab my back, ease my soul, don't try to fight
Let my soul rise from the darkness of my graveyard
Come along and join with me, through a night of drastic fog
Havin' suicidal thoughts, should I grab my fuckin' lighter?
Just page one of the chapters of the ghostwriter
[Hook: Scanman]
Busta bitch, test this shit, I unload the pistol clip
Terror stang, swiftly done, then I blow smoke from my gun
[Verse 2: Red Dogg, Lil Grimm]
Niggas come through my graveyard, niggas ran my fence up
Readin' through them scriptures, drinking liquor while I kiss my trigger
Eyes red as fire, I don't know, so don't ask me why
Wicked trick, evil shit, all at the same time
Wicked fuckin' crucifix, them demons creepin' through the night
With the fuckin' gauge on a rage, but I see the light
Could there be a way for me, will I see reality?
Demons tryna take my soul, damn, I know I'm goin' numb
Bloody body scattered, shattered into pieces just like pizza
Me and Grimm's are snatchin' fucking heads off, tricks, that's why they shooken
Drain they bloods out from their neck, I do this shit for self-respect
When I kill a bitch, you know that a nigga gotta keep his mothafuckin' rep
Mothafuckin' Glock is cocked, I pop and drop them fuckin' tricks
Sometimes I think of suicide, just kill myself say "fuck this shit"
Get my fuckin' balls off-list, I lock myself in the closet, bitch
Reminisce on how I murder, nigga, shot 'em in the dick
Is it them niggas or is it them demons who tellin' me to go commit all these crimes
Niggas with triggers, them big cocaine dealers
A visual killer, I'm on 'em for good
I'm changin' the city, just think of a homicide mixed with a suicide
So I go kill a guy
What's up, Lil' Grimm? (My nigga, I don't know)
Should I get that bitch? (Go stang on them hoes)
I stang on them bitches and leave em in ditches
Don't bar none 'bout bitches, so back up this pimpin'
I gotta step in, feel like when I get mad
I [?] to his head
Like I said once before, them niggas must don't know me well
Then I cock the hammer back, them bullets make your body swell
Evil showin' me the future, tellin' me what's right and wrong
Tellin' me who's prone to live, and niggas [?] by their herringbone
Fire is in my yalk because them niggas try to test me this
Head just start to spin around my shoulders like The Exorcist
Red Dogg, why, he's got my back, Chi Chi with that fire sack
Grimm just cut them bitches head
Sweet Talk fill them hoes with lead
Only with the infrared, now them niggas good as dead
Niggas better not steal our title, chapters of the ghostwriters
[Hook: Scanman]
Busta bitch, test this shit, I unload the pistol clip
Terror stang, swiftly done, then I blow smoke from my gun
Busta bitch, test this shit, I unload the pistol clip
Terror stang, swiftly done, then I blow smoke from my gun
[Verse 3: Lil' Grimm]
Black Magic, voodoo power, castin' spells upon these tricks
Yes, I'm kind of crazy, since you niggas talkin' babbage shit
Step up to a nigga if you wanna see some fuckin' spark
Yes, my graveyard is made for you suckas traitin' hard
Yes, you fuckin' suckas can say what you want about the Grimm
But P-U-N-K, no, my nigga, that's not H-I-M
Look into my soul, once again, I can't see the light
Bad dreams keep my eyes open, demons got my sight
Fifteen niggas ready to kill, still trill niggas don't feel
Darkside comin' up and you know Lil' Grimm made the deal
So watch your back, nigga, 'cause I might take your fuckin' soul
Everclear up in my system, but my blood runs ice cold
The tales that you heard of givin' [?] crypt
Keepin' it [?] chop the mic, snatch your body 'cause it's gettin' deep
[Verse 4: Red Dogg]
Every time I close my eyes, a vision pops into my mind
Evil thoughts connects the dot, I grab my Glock and set afire
A nigga with a mastermind, you never heard a thing like this
I'm the type of nigga that'll beat your dick off with a stick
9 millimeter cocked, ready to pop and drop these hoes
Nigga constantly talkin' junk, mane, these niggas must don't know
Demons creepin' while they're sleepin', then I grab my fuckin' yawk
Bullets start to dump [?] while I drop these fuckin' punks
Eighty percent of these niggas are scared
Twenty percent of these niggas are dead
When I pump my fuckin' lead, them bitches headed for the med
[Verse 5: Both, Lil Grimm, Redd Dogg]
One two, come for you
Three four, lock your door
Five six, crucifix
Seven eight, comin' from the lake
Nine ten, MAC 10, aimin' at you and your friend
Eleven twelve, meet your death
(Creepin' to my chamber, five bodies there)
[Verse 6: Red Dogg]
That's the definition of a nine with them seventeen shots
Pop pop pop, you'll get dropped
You got caught with my nine Glock
Me and my nigga Grimm got a point that we must get across
Devil shit, that's my idol, chapters of the ghostwriters
