[Hook x2: Slade]

(Knock knock)

Catch me walking out of a black box

(Knock knock)

You can call me the death mascot

(Knock knock)

Now who's the next man coming?

I'm the Dead Man Running (running, running)

[Verse 1: Slade]

Call me the black Peter Pan, taking you to neverland

And you can see how niggas breathe without lungs

And you can see how niggas bleed without blood shed

The sun red and the clouds too

The sky blue and the moon the green

When the night falls, I'm goblin

A Bruce Lee being

You can't call me Japan Zombie

'Undead' is what these folks call it

Compared to what these folks wanted

And they wanted a dead man -

Buried and flesh, rotten -

A stench problem

Now you're having a fence problem -

Defense problems

Just when you put the camera on and I'm gone?

Then I'm in

The lights used to flicker now they're totally off

Gropingly soft tried creeping with baseball bat

But my face is all black

Now your lungs need oxygen -

I'll probably just:

Study your moves, putty your shoes

Now your tip-toe's difficult

You can't see me at all

Your black wall made me blend in and blend on

The phone's on and it's ringing

'cause it's giving my coffin a damn back-call

I made your skull get slacked jaw

I made you numb

Succumb to the pain I inflicted with massive hacksaws

I made a soul home run

And I sold yours done

You can join me on the next door

Knock knock, nigga

[Hook x2: Slade]

(Knock knock)

Catch me walking out of a black box

(Knock knock)

You can call me the death mascot

(Knock knock)

Now who's the next man coming?

I'm the Dead Man Running (running, running)

[Verse 2: Term]

They tryna kill what's already dead -

It's similar to drowning a shark

They're still spooked by the sounds in the dark

Sounds are closing in - a jog through the graveyard after midnight

Relations with hell - to hit 'em up, I dial at 6 thrice

The corpse resides in the casket

The soul lurking the earth - no attachment

With salt, it should be burned to ashes with matches

Until then, my soul is bulletproof to fatal shots -

Walking through walls - from me, there ain't no safer spot

Flatline you in the shower

Or just drown you in the bathtub

Get your neck cut:

The cops arrive, the scene is messed up

Lawnmower blade spins while you unplugged it to fix it

Hearing noises coming from the other room like: 'who is it?'

I'm the Poltergeist

It's not a dream, you can close your eyes

I'll make you look crazy - even got you afraid to socialize

Confess your sins

I toy with your mind - it's all deception

Behind you in the mirror's reflection

You turn around:

I ain't there I reside in your head

Got your fears in a choke-hold, I make you wish you was dead -

Instead, this is torture

I turn up the heat, I won't dumb it down

You never saw this coming: I trip your luck while its running out

Keep a crucifix witchu and pray to the lord

I play with your thoughts

Ain't nobody gon' save you at all

A dead man doing 'bout 120 miles an hour:

From purgatory in possession of powers

Knock knock, ninja

[Hook x2: Slade]

(Knock knock)

Catch me walking out of a black box

(Knock knock)

You can call me the death mascot

(Knock knock)

Now who's the next man coming?

I'm the Dead Man Running (running, running)

[Verse 3: E.T]

I am fear personified

What you find in the dark of the mind

Where the sun don't shine

Where the clouds are grey

Niggas don't pray, they fall prey

To the dark in the light

At the end of the tunnel is the blight

We recite -

The code of the dead: where there is life is death

No breath, only screams

Black light

We beam in the night

No light

We recite: 'no light'

We recite (we recite)

Only screams in the night

And the cries of a child in the dark born of light

But engulfed by the absence of life

Born to fight, what is right

It's obscene

What is seen

On the scene

That a black star beam in the night

We recite: 'no light'

Only death, no life

Inhale - that's the breath

No life

It's a marathon. who run it?

No life king, as the fat lady sing

The beginning of the end

At the end

The beginning of the end

And forever that's the end

Will it end?

In the end, you find life

In the end, death knows life

Life knows death

Less knows breath

Everybody takes a step - towards the dark

Everybody takes a breath - towards the light

It's funny how you're breathing life - towards your death

Life is a marathon - we're all zombies

[Verse 4: Slade]

This is the underworld: hadean spirits with dark sarcophagi

Lyrically dangerous: dust to dusty, niggas - a coffin, guy

A coffin (coughing) man: a lack of oxygen

Oxymoronic breathing diaphragm -

Spastic in the presence of a dying man

Knock

(Who's there?)

Zombie man is back to carry

And bury-incinerate you to turn you to black ashes

Knock knock

Now who's the next man coming

Been the Dead Man Running

Kick the damn door down, stupid

{Overkilling Intro - Slade]

Hold up, hold up

Overkill, overkill, overkill!

I'm about to do this 'overkill' nigga

Overkill:

[Verse 5 - Overkilling: Slade]

This dumb nigga told me 'round'

'cause the front door locked

Came with Jaws Drop - victim from the last door's house

I'mma flash his face as soon as he open the back door

A black silhouette in the distance - I'm teleporting now

In case this nigga got a pretty wife

And in this case I'll get a pretty knife -

Cut her so swiftly to leave a pretty sight

Couple scars on my face -

Nothing major to start crying 'assault' for the case

'cause I'm solving this case

Grabbed a mop and a bucket and I called Jaws Drop

Yes I heard, man. This nigga got Kentucky floors mopped

So I'm shocked when he told me he 'can't work for me'

That he 'can't kill for me'

And wants his 'soul back'

On the road back

I gave him his soul and a large stack

He turned back

Right into a warm gun barrel and I took his soul back

Just like that, I roll dolo

A Valleyman with a masterplan - what a beautiful hand

This time I put him in sand:

Can't inhale grains

Can't exhale pain

An insane partnership gone at the hand of a slaughtermouth

A morbid form that you can order to take a sorta nigga out

I'm on that nigga's couch -

Changing the television channel, what shall I order out?

Or maybe call the next house to hear if somebody's home

And then it's time for me to get in the zone

And knock knock