[Hook]
\nOut back, scythe slide off the hip
\nWanna make you cry while lost in abandoned mist
\nCannot stand the eternal panic that make them manic
\nI'm deprived of sanity every day as I hunt for spirits, bitch
\nWhat I've plundered is sacred, they pacin'
\nWhen I appear within the chapel's ancient basement
\nTearin' the- tearin' the flesh off the bone in the hearse
\nBetrayal in the eyes of a god in the church
\nWorking a daily night shift, I cleanse graves with grace, bitch
\nOut back, scythe slide off the hip
\nWanna make you cry while lost in abandoned mist
\nCannot stand the eternal panic that make them manic
\nI'm deprived of sanity every day as I hunt for spirits, bitch
\nWhat I've plundered is sacred, they pacin'
\nWhen I appear within the chapel's ancient basement
\nTearin' the- tearin' the flesh off the bone in the hearse
\nBetrayal in the eyes of a god in the church
\nWorking a daily night shift, I cleanse graves with grace, bitch
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\n[Verse 1]
\nRotting will overtake them by the second
\nIf mentioning death himself, he become present
\nA wanna-be clone of me, the rapper shadows tension
\nRising from the bottom of the coffin in a haze, the air compressing
\nOut of your lungs when the soul is snatched
\nI'm leaving you hollow with succession
\nProjecting, no protection within the bounds when they follow, bending time
\nAnd then I falsify your perception that show the presence
\nOf unknown prominent dominant shadows that circle around them when jumping and stepping in
\nClose in the sight of a bitter beginning that sealing a fate of an arrogant loon
\nStarted quite the treachery, I lock a motherfucker with a sinner's grace in the open tomb
\nSoak, consume, mope and gloom, screaming in the pit, I hope it's you
\nGot you rappers in a high chair, I'll force feed them body parts coaxed in truth
\nGrim within my grind that make's the game demotivated as a result, I fuckin' son them all
\nHop out the hearse and I'm haunting their frame
\nI ponder then vanish in front of your face
\nA magical harmony spreading around with an elegant hiss at mane
\nPace around the block, the motherfucker really hunting any moving target
\nWhat I get regardless what the brother bargained
\nI restart the market with a twenty four bar scheme
\nFinish where the cult had started, now we all departed from the yard and marching
\nDown the cemetery and I'm looking scary, with a burning grin up in the yellow charred teeth
\nExecute them by the dawn of morning with a curse up in their bitter loving soul
\nI got a burning hatred for the begging and the pleading, no retreating and no running, ho
\nI need a sacrifice to give into the tamer of the Hell, approaching on a dweller bro
\nI'm finna melt a motherfucker by the second, I engulf a brother in the catacombs
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\n[Hook]
\nOut back, scythe slide off the hip
\nWanna make you cry while lost in abandoned mist
\nCannot stand the eternal panic that make them manic
\nI'm deprived of sanity every day as I hunt for spirits, bitch
\nWhat I've plundered is sacred, they pacin'
\nWhen I appear within the chapel's ancient basement
\nTearin' the- tearin' the flesh off the bone in the hearse
\nBetrayal in the eyes of a god in the church
\nWorking a daily night shift, I cleanse graves with grace, bitch
\nOut back, scythe slide off the hip
\nWanna make you cry while lost in abandoned mist
\nCannot stand the eternal panic that make them manic
\nI'm deprived of sanity every day as I hunt for spirits, bitch
\nWhat I've plundered is sacred, they pacin'
\nWhen I appear within the chapel's ancient basement
\nTearin' the- tearin' the flesh off the bone in the hearse
\nBetrayal in the eyes of a god in the church
\nWorking a daily night shift, I cleanse graves with grace, bitch
\n
\n[Verse 2]
\nNo one is ready for Six, fucking up anyone when I be riding the beat
\nChop up the bodies, I smoke up the opp, I'm settling beefs and rivalries
\nI'm rich in original ways and I'm feeling the freedom whenever the mind will swing
\nUnder the ground where the body will lay in the tomb with the worm in the skull of a beast
\nMental state is gonna stay debating as the motherfucker stayed ruthless
\nI'm clueless, in the bottom of the gutter, lose the motivation, boot lick
\nFor a little bit of a liquor back into the stomach, had to really plummet, shoot this
\nWhen you see me in the corner lurking, everybody burdened by the major brute force I spit
\nNo one is coming that close
\nSticking and bringing the fuckin' old knife in the head when I cover on the top of the realm
\nAnd I gotta be killing 'em, fucking 'em up with the crumbling evidence
\nAnd I'm tryna be up in their coffin and when I be having to
\nYearn for the comfort, I come with a cough and I cover the coal with the common of governors\n\n
