Ima enter your lungs like smoke
Come back in 30 years, gonna hunt you like a ghost, you gonna choke
That′s delayed retribution
Come up unexpected at your family reunion
White noise filling up the silence in your head
Keep walking like you don't know that you′re already dead
You already made your bed
Now Ima tuck you in with a shovel in my hand
Put you to sleep, rock-a-bye three feet deep
A shallow grave so the wolves can feed
You tried to bury the hatchet where nobody could see
But the devil you know, ain't the dеvil in me
I'm the Son of Sam
You don′t know who the hеll I am
The whole point of the plot was never just revenge
I′m the man in black with a red right hand
There's no rest for the wicked
Just a grave in the sand
Call the priest ′cause I need an exorcist
I got my soul in a bottle on my necklace
Gonna sell it cause you know I'm a perfectionist
I know that murder done right costs an arm and leg
Gonna violate him
Knock out all the gold teeth, put em on my knife blade
Cut a fucking smile on him
Guess he gets the last laugh, funny how the joke′s dead
That's a double punchline about life and death
Emancipated his lungs right out his chest
Now he′s on his hands and knees he's out of breath
He saw the right coming, shoulda anticipated the left
Payback's a bitch, and I know her the best
Dark side, I′ve got the reputation on my side
I come alive under the full moon at midnight
Stole the Reapers occupation and I brought my own scythe
Jeepers creepers it′s the 23rd and I'm all eyes
War-forged, got guts and I′m swinging a broadsword one-handed
Go berserk in this bitch and I'll take the whole hoard
I′m positioned opposite the opposition
I don't give a fuck about the odds it won′t make a difference
No face, death dealer
No face, no face, breath stealer
No face, death dealer
No face, no face, breath stealer
No face, death dealer
No face, no face, breath stealer
No face, death dealer
No face, no face, breath stealer
I feel the pressure rise, I can't deny it
The sweat is dripping down my back
This heat is violent
Take me to bed and fuck the hell from out my mind babe
Intoxicated, over-stimulate my blind faith
Rage is contagious in most situations
And I'm sick with it
I′m sick with it
I can feel the breathing of all my favorite demons
Yeah we get along
For the most part we get along
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