| This is scary-us
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| We can make you delirious
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| You should have a healthy fear of us
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| Too much of us is dangerous
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| It’s the Undertaker with the bags of the boom
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| Open up a tomb, bad corpse, I consume
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| So follow me down this path unto the left
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| Doctor death, I piece the flesh like a chef
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| Insides we shook when I cook tasty
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| Human flesh and blood’s go good with pastry, hate me
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| So bust your gats, you cannot kill that
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| Whatchu can’t see fleek, so how can it feast?
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| Infra reign supreme, I make 'em all scream
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| Decompose your corpse when I’ve risen from a dream
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| Morphine, I fiend for more spleens, so what do you mean?
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| Demon of evil, it’s eye slaughtering the scene
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| So you go to church to try to clear up your sense
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| I can’t stop the madness, Tempest Wins!
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| It’s a bigger digger figure deceased nigga
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| Finger will pick the trigger, doing drive-by's in the Vicka
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| You’re a MVP to shepherd dead body
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| And I envy thee that try to cross country
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| So who wanna wanna wanna slay that man tonight?
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| But don’t fright, I betcha won’t pack my tec in my but yet again
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| It’s a Flatline domain for using my name in vain
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| I’m able to produce more aims, more aims (choking heads)
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| I put 'em in order, demons, I thwart 'em
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| The 666, I caught 'em, tort 'em, and deport 'em
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| A sartorial disaster, moving faster, blaster
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| Uprising, surprising, guising, analyzing
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| Erase from your temptation, creating human inflation
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| Who might like dwell in the heated destination?
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| One twist of this makes me pissed so you won’t be dismissed
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| Vanish black fist in the abyss
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| This is scary-us, a test of the
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| Emergency, you better beware of us 'cause we
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| Left to cause gets pushing with your brains
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| As ceiling’s drip, drip, dripping like it was raining
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| I got a sharp pain inside of my cranium
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| I keep hearing the screams of teens when I’ll be aiming 'em
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| They try to attack then I flip and turn to Wolfman Jack
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| Rigor mortis, it’s sword swing stack
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| Who’s that, behind the door, coming for you?
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| Are you sure you locked the door? |
| ('Cause we’re horrible)
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| Human race erased the place, killing for days
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| Filling the graves in your blood is how I get paid
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| You’re all welcome to my graveyard, slave
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| Hard as I, burn you alive, now he’s alive
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| This is the ary-us, coming to bury you in a box
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| This is scary-us, so scary-us |