Creep up in yo fuckin crib I'm masked up with the drip Why you lookin like you shaking with that pistol grip Motherfucker came face to face with the boogeyman Fire flashing in my eyes You know its in the plan Pull the trigger back and make these motherfuckers scramble Hoping that this lead wont hit you Mane you really wanna gamble Odds are built up right against you When you stepping with the vandal Now you got your coffin Surrounded by the vigil of burning candles Wicked wiccan rituals I hit you with that black magic Cannot purge it with the sage I lock you up inside my dungeon Creeping through the catacombs I call this place my home My pistol plated with the chrome These ancient tomes of curses are my verses Rusted blades are out to play Go ahead and try to pray When I swing that shit you know your soul will fuckin fade away Frostbite mane not a stranger to the pain Just inflicting damage that I gathered from my trip to darker fathoms