Creep up in yo fuckin crib
I'm masked up with the drip
Why you lookin like you shaking with that pistol grip
Motherfucker came face to face with the boogeyman
Fire flashing in my eyes
You know its in the plan
Pull the trigger back and make these motherfuckers scramble
Hoping that this lead wont hit you
Mane you really wanna gamble
Odds are built up right against you
When you stepping with the vandal
Now you got your coffin
Surrounded by the vigil of burning candles
Wicked wiccan rituals I hit you with that black magic
Cannot purge it with the sage
I lock you up inside my dungeon
Creeping through the catacombs
I call this place my home
My pistol plated with the chrome
These ancient tomes of curses are my verses
Rusted blades are out to play
Go ahead and try to pray
When I swing that shit you know your soul will fuckin fade away
Frostbite mane not a stranger to the pain
Just inflicting damage that I gathered from my trip to darker fathoms