[Verse 1: RootRotten]

Let me hit this

Levitate off Earth

Touchin’ heaven’s gates

But not if you wait

Life’s too great for me not to celebrate all these celebate bitches

Start twitchin cause they’re drippin’ droppin’ panties in the kitchen

Caution! Wet floor

Slippin’

Sippin’ drink and sttin’ getting twisted

How I’m living

And I’m ape on shit I’m givin’

Mixin’ up with different women

Now I’m sinning

Now I’m sinning

And I’m singing different paces

Fill it up my mind is racing

I’m pacin’

Facin’ blunts

While creating humanities new fascinations

Dig a hole in the dirt

And fuck the world with revelations

Satan’s waiting

I’ve got a dick for a tongue, cause my words do the raping

And my pen does the reaping

Killing rappers while they’re sleeping

Me and Krueger got a meeting

Watch me keep ‘em bleedin’

Seepin’

[Verse 2: SpookyTooth]

There’s a haunting in your mental

Ghost me in, Ghost me up

I’ll wander all your horror corridors and reside inside your basement

Touch you on your shoulder so you know for sure you’re not alone

Rock your spirits down to sleep

Her lonely soul is mine to keep

If actions first speak louder than the words that follow after

I’ll be the most deafening laughter you’ve ever heard

I’ll be the ringing in your ears

Christmas Caroling for years

All of the words that are easier to spit than swallow

Now I can stalk in days and nights with a pack of the forests finest

Savage gash, smokes hash, drink the fluid from your decorative lighter

Lean your skull back, scream, aim, spit fire

Desolation of Smaug complex only when the situation is dire

But why we remove the wisest of our teeth?

All the knowledge of my ancestors

Worth a quarter for the kiddies

I’d rather be a golden retriever living with an upperclass white family than one of the ignorant mutts saying should’ve would’ve could’ve with me

It’s always important to separate fact from fiction

Splash of water in your face just to refresh your diction

I’d rather ink the story straight than pan going overboard

It’s not that I’m a coward but I’d rather be a Pen than a Sword

Please heed my advice

I’m not using it anyways

Whitney Houston we have a problem

Itching ash turns to gash in leg

Your favorite Heroine loves heroine

And Clark Kent is on the dope beat

Little Spidey loves his opiates

And The Flash is on the speed

I pick my groceries by twos

I suffer from a period of blues

I crank back before the punch connects and knocks you off your shoes

We like Cocaine and Caviar

We need Coffee and Contentment

TV as seen on LSD

I put my death before my decaf

There’s no sympathy for greater evils

When I’m drinking myself sober

There’s no freedom song for lyric rebels

Once this song is over