[Hook]

Out back, scythe slide off the hip

Wanna make you cry while lost in abandoned mist

Cannot stand the eternal panic that make them manic

I'm deprived of sanity every day as I hunt for spirits, bitch

What I've plundered is sacred, they pacin'

When I appear within the chapel's ancient basement

Tearin' the- tearin' the flesh off the bone in the hearse

Betrayal in the eyes of a god in the church

Working a daily night shift, I cleanse graves with grace, bitch

Out back, scythe slide off the hip

Wanna make you cry while lost in abandoned mist

Cannot stand the eternal panic that make them manic

I'm deprived of sanity every day as I hunt for spirits, bitch

What I've plundered is sacred, they pacin'

When I appear within the chapel's ancient basement

Tearin' the- tearin' the flesh off the bone in the hearse

Betrayal in the eyes of a god in the church

Working a daily night shift, I cleanse graves with grace, bitch

[Verse 1]

Rotting will overtake them by the second

If mentioning death himself, he become present

A wanna-be clone of me, the rapper shadows tension

Rising from the bottom of the coffin in a haze, the air compressing

Out of your lungs when the soul is snatched

I'm leaving you hollow with succession

Projecting, no protection within the bounds when they follow, bending time

And then I falsify your perception that show the presence

Of unknown prominent dominant shadows that circle around them when jumping and stepping in

Close in the sight of a bitter beginning that sealing a fate of an arrogant loon

Started quite the treachery, I lock a motherfucker with a sinner's grace in the open tomb

Soak, consume, mope and gloom, screaming in the pit, I hope it's you

Got you rappers in a high chair, I'll force feed them body parts coaxed in truth

Grim within my grind that make's the game demotivated as a result, I fuckin' son them all

Hop out the hearse and I'm haunting their frame

I ponder then vanish in front of your face

A magical harmony spreading around with an elegant hiss at mane

Pace around the block, the motherfucker really hunting any moving target

What I get regardless what the brother bargained

I restart the market with a twenty four bar scheme

Finish where the cult had started, now we all departed from the yard and marching

Down the cemetery and I'm looking scary, with a burning grin up in the yellow charred teeth

Execute them by the dawn of morning with a curse up in their bitter loving soul

I got a burning hatred for the begging and the pleading, no retreating and no running, ho

I need a sacrifice to give into the tamer of the Hell, approaching on a dweller bro

I'm finna melt a motherfucker by the second, I engulf a brother in the catacombs

[Hook]

Out back, scythe slide off the hip

Wanna make you cry while lost in abandoned mist

Cannot stand the eternal panic that make them manic

I'm deprived of sanity every day as I hunt for spirits, bitch

What I've plundered is sacred, they pacin'

When I appear within the chapel's ancient basement

Tearin' the- tearin' the flesh off the bone in the hearse

Betrayal in the eyes of a god in the church

Working a daily night shift, I cleanse graves with grace, bitch

Out back, scythe slide off the hip

Wanna make you cry while lost in abandoned mist

Cannot stand the eternal panic that make them manic

I'm deprived of sanity every day as I hunt for spirits, bitch

What I've plundered is sacred, they pacin'

When I appear within the chapel's ancient basement

Tearin' the- tearin' the flesh off the bone in the hearse

Betrayal in the eyes of a god in the church

Working a daily night shift, I cleanse graves with grace, bitch

[Verse 2]

No one is ready for Six, fucking up anyone when I be riding the beat

Chop up the bodies, I smoke up the opp, I'm settling beefs and rivalries

I'm rich in original ways and I'm feeling the freedom whenever the mind will swing

Under the ground where the body will lay in the tomb with the worm in the skull of a beast

Mental state is gonna stay debating as the motherfucker stayed ruthless

I'm clueless, in the bottom of the gutter, lose the motivation, boot lick

For a little bit of a liquor back into the stomach, had to really plummet, shoot this

When you see me in the corner lurking, everybody burdened by the major brute force I spit

No one is coming that close

Sticking and bringing the fuckin' old knife in the head when I cover on the top of the realm

And I gotta be killing 'em, fucking 'em up with the crumbling evidence

And I'm tryna be up in their coffin and when I be having to

Yearn for the comfort, I come with a cough and I cover the coal with the common of governors