Back From the Dead
We have such sights to show you
Bitch, I'm Micheal Myers in the graveyard
Now it's time to show 'em
Micheal Myers in the graveyard
Now it's time to show 'em
Michael Myers in the graveyard
Now it's time to show 'em
Micheal Myers in the graveyard, now–
Aye, aye i just got a new blade
Make that wrist slash, yuh
Crawlin' outta two graves
Tell 'em "Get back up" killing everyone
It's time to harvest some heads
So all you bitches better run
'cause now we back from the dead
I think I need a bodybag, I pull up
Death on my mind
The moon is rising, perfect timing
Better pray for your life
I'm painting pictures like Picasso with
The blood of my foes
The canvas dripping, I'm slipping
Down to the gallows you go
Yeah, I think it's finally time
To raise the devils, triple six on my jacket
With my brother, he just pulled up and
Then he started slashing
I bring the gun, load the clips
Now it's full automatic
The double J finally back
With some murderous habit's
Bitch, I'm a deathdealer
Look at my palms, that's a pentagram
Like cult leaders
All this evil got us in demand
All these pussies scared, yeah
They say we're too dark
They try to paint us as a villain
Guess it's time to play the part, bitch
Okay, wait a minute
We back like we never left
I'm still the same, never changed
Still a hole in my chest
I went to hell to meet the devil
Had some debt to collect
I took the blade and gripped the hilt
And drove it straight through his neck
Back from the dead
Bitch we comin' with the fire
Takin' souls and turn the world to coal
That's my desire rollin' with an army
Only two inside the unit
I been sharpenin' the iron
Let me show you how I use it
I'm so awful, I know it
I just keep laughing as I'm slashing
I can't stop it
It's over the bodies stacking overflowin'
And "Oh God
What have I done?" I just say with a grin
We're taking over, like we told you
Let's go do it again
Bitch, I'm Michael Myers in the graveyard
'couple bodies in the bag
Death, money, murder
Killer when I'm sinning on the track
It's that time of the year
When every soul turns black
When we pull up in that hearse
You ain't ever coming back
Aye, aye i just got a new blade
Make that wrist slash, yuh
Crawlin' outta two graves
Tell 'em "Get back up" killing everyone
It's time to harvest some heads
So all you bitches better run
'cause now we back from the dead
I think I need a bodybag, I pull up
Death on my mind
The moon is rising, perfect timing
Better pray for your life
I'm painting pictures like Picasso with
The blood of my foes
The canvas dripping, I'm slipping
Down to the gallows you go
Michael Myers in the graveyard
Now it's time to show 'em
Michael Myers in the graveyard
Now it's time to show 'em
Michael Myers in the graveyard
Now it's time to show 'em
Michael Myers in the graveyard, now it's–