Say you lookin for the man
What's the chance
You would know you
Seen at first glance
You in a trance
Killers don't dance or talk
Yellow tape or chalk
Got a healthy need of dirt
I know you fought off
Blaze unique
Spittin' deep on a draconian beat so sweet
Workin' the Victorian Jesus piece
Soon da bring da head to da job
I wound up in the stands
And beat yo ass like I was Ty Cobb
Not a crab or a slob
Indescribable, indestructible
Cause I'm da mob,
Too much weight fo the bait
Mobile zone is the blob
With no one see us, more like Cassada
The new Gods
Apocolist apocalypse
You wanna get cut
Then you lick yo red
Drippin' from the knife in yo guts
Jus don' wanna get the donut
O' the flat tire kill 'em quick
Like Jason and Michael Myers
Can't rest, thinkin' bout the next ghost dress fightin' of the sicknesses
Nostradamus never coulda predicted
Norman Rockwell can't depict it
Here I am bitches
Hey!
Pull the trigger and turn you into a ghost
Bury you bitches, I always keep my shovel close!
Who you lookin' for?!
It better not be me! It better not be me that you're look for, unless you lookin' to bleed!
Hey!
Pull the trigger and turn you into a ghost!
Bury you bitches, I always keep my shovel close!
Who you lookin' for?!
It better not be me! it better not be me that you're lookin', for unless you lookin' to bleed!
Now, you don't wanna tangle with an octopus
I'm what a determiministic block da trust
Please, pop off at the mouth, I'll show you just what deceased is
You're livin' next door to Joseph, Mary, and Jesus
Leave you in pieces, believe my word is bond
Left hand on the cover of the Necronomicon
Fuck, I ain't the one, so you can save all that talk shit
Slap you in the mouf wit the infinity gauntlet
You're lookin' for me, you need to look the other way
Kill 'em all and drop them bodies in the yard when I spray
It's all simple math 12 gauge plus nine, equals 21 vertebrae blown out da spine
Colder than the ice in a glass of my sweet tea
Triple T, I'm trippin' on yo ass catch a beating
Channel Helen Keller, cause yo eyes go blind
Walk around in the darkness, but you jus' might find
Hey!
Pull the trigger and turn you into a ghost
Bury you bitches, I always keep my shovel close
Who you lookin' for?
It better not be me, it better not be me that you're lookin' for unless you're lookin' to bleed
Hey!
Pull the trigger and turn you into a ghost
Bury you bitches, I always keep my shovel close
Who you lookin' for?
It better not be me, it better not be me that you're lookin' for unless you're lookin' to bleed
Say, say, say you lookin' for the one with two guns, like you on the wrong side of the hund, it ain't fun
Now you're here as an apparition, fuck wit' yo vision
The ghostly encounter got you pukin, fo' hours
Really don't care 'bout names, play no games
Like to see the blood as it drains, let it rain
Now your priest on on the beats, and a monster on the streets
Been doing it for years and I still haven't peaked
Livin' at East Side, death on sight, lost spector of the hood
I am da', moon night
Or better yet the dragon, fing, fang, foom
Age of monsters, Leviathan sealed yo' doom
Let the flames consume, surround and entomb
The non-believers, false prophets end is soon
Leave 'em to forget, pay rent, leave no doubt
Fuckin' wif da man, let God sort 'em out
Hey!
Pull the trigger and turn you into a ghost
Bury you bitches, I always keep my shovel close!
Who you lookin' for?!
It better not be me! It better not be me that you're look for, unless you lookin' to bleed!
Hey!
Pull the trigger and turn you into a ghost!
Bury you bitches, I always keep my shovel close!
Who you lookin' for?!
It better not be me! it better not be me that you're lookin', for unless you're lookin' to bleed!