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
Micheal Myers in the graveyard, now–

Aye, aye
I just got a new blade
Make the wrist slash
Crawling out the 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 habits
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 that you 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 coming with the fire
Taking souls and, that's my desire
Rolling with an army, only two inside the unit
I been sharpening 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 overflow
And "Oh God, what have I done?" I just say with a grin
We're taking over, like we told you, let's do it again

Bitch, I'm Micheal Myers in the graveyard, 'couple bodies in the bag
Death, money, murder, killer when I'm sending 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
Crawling out the two graves, tell 'em "Get back up"
Killing everyone, it's time to harvest some heads
So why 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

Micheal Myers in the graveyard, now it's time to show 'em
Micheal Myers in the graveyard, now it's time to show 'em
Micheal Myers in the graveyard, now it's time to show 'em
Micheal Myers in the graveyard, now it's–