Verse I: Cadaver Da Mane
Lucifer is calling me I’m traveling towards his light
Hear the voices in the wind they call me in the night
With the suffering of finite souls they all scream out in blight
Blessed with the mark of the beast I carry on his spite
And then beezlebub his envy angers me relentlessly
Tormenting my mind until there’s nothing but debris
Living in the darkness from the shadow of the beast
Living full of sin until I finally rеst in peace
Cadaver da manе blow out yo brains my demons are on path
Feel the pain and suffering of my unending wrath
Acts of violence commited acquitted as I laugh
The kite string pops it does not stop you take an acid bath
Bludgeoning your body after shooting with the shotty
You have become disembodied all the blood it is so sloppy
Want this style you can’t copy better get a new hobby
Don’t you ever forget special k and tommy, hoe
Verse II: Special K
Everything I made was a classic
Stretching muthaf#ckin bands Mr. Fantastic
End up in a ditch, man you know that sh#ts tragic
Ain’t that bout a b#tch, now you wrapped up in the plastic, hoe
Acting like sh#t sweet, tryna make a mock of me
Watch out fore you get smoked, hot like a fricassee
Take you to the back woods, never gonna make a scene
Put you in a casket, 6 feet, you and me
Sucker m#th*rf#ck*r, try to step up on my mantle
I’ll blow your sh#t out like a muthaf#ckin candle
Imma talk the sh#t that you can’t even handle
Pullin the punches fore you get the chance to
So sick so sick that you can’t stand up
Keep takin sh#t but you can’t even man up
Down in the trenches and you can’t see the way
Rottin at the bottom of camp crystal lake, b#tch
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