Smell's so bad in here
Dude, he's been dead for years
How far'd you bury him?
Just keep digging, bro
Oh, fuck
Wake up
I'm coming back from the dead
I'm coming back for your head
You rappers out here ain't threats
Wake up
With demons standing on my chest
Dreams I have, got me in sweats
Got no peace, I need some rest
Wanna rest in peace?
No problem, I'll arrange that
Funny, you should say that
That's actually why I came back
To make your life a living hell and then kill you
And I bet you thought you got away, but I'ma still do it
Fill you full of fear, 'til ya' scared to make a move
Look at you, looking in the mirror, trying to make it through
Another day, go 'an pray, God ain't trying to hear you
He got better shit to do than listen to you boo-hoo
Boom-boom, oh damn, that was only in the beat, huh?
Thought I finally got you to snap
Well, that's alright, I got all the time in the world
Not to mention, whole hell lot of time after that, ha!
So you might as well get used to me
Being that little voice in the back of ya' head
Telling you to make choices, that'll leave ya' hands red
Know why?
I'm coming back from the dead!
I'm coming back from the dead!
I'm coming back from the dea-aye-aye!
I'm coming back from the dead!
I'm coming back from the dea-aye-aye!
I'm coming back for your head!
I'm coming back for your head!
What that lil' rapper just said?
What that lil' rapper just said?
Nothing, he's dead!
Bang! Bang!
Shh, I don't wanna hear another syllable
This shit is pitiful
I know I been gone for a long interval
I live what I'm spitting, though
That mean I am little totally fucked up
If you didn't know
So I gotta good reason for my absence
You see, it's kinda to breath in a casket
What the hell I'm doing in a casket?
I'm just relaxing
So please, quit asking
Aye, I ain't make the country rap list
Aye, thats shit's so damn funny
Aye, what the fuck a country rapper?
Aye, to the best rapper in the country?
Aye, I ain't here to make no friends
Aye, these motherfuckers ain't my friends
Aye, I don't play fake pretend
Aye, I play Russian roulette, bang!
Told you on dying, I was dying, what the fuck?
Think I make this shit up, just to give you shit to bump?
I got problems on problems, and they keep adding up
Now there's bottles on bottles, 'cause I keep driving drunk
Ugh, there I go again, giving in to the sin
There's a battle for my soul, and my skin finna win
If I keep fidgeting with the hair trigger, with my finger
Betcha these voices'll fucking stop and think again
That'll show 'em, when I blow 'em clean across the fucking room
That I mean business, better watch who they talking to
Talking to you, Charles, little bitch, do you hear me?
I know that you weary!
I know that you fear me!
Freepression was a front, you ain't free, bitch
Fuck Mesus, you ain't shit without me, bitch
Go 'head an' tell, ain't nobody gon' believe this
Go head an' yell, 'til ya' body's six feet, bitch
No one's gonna give a fuck, no one's gonna listen up
No one's gonna miss you when you dead, bitch, give it up
No one's gonna buy ya' shit, think it's bout time ya' quit
Go ahead, get mad, cry, and write another hit
When ya gonna learn, huh?
You can never kill me
They don't fucking feel you, bitch, they feel me
It eats you alive, you been up all night, now
That's why you up writing this shit, right now!
How?
How do i know you so well?
Well, that's funny you ask, 'cause there's actually a spell
That was casted from hell
To your dad, but your dad didn't handle it well
And that's sad but, oh well
There's no rest for the wicked
So, I went ahead and put that curse on your head
And said that you're gifted
And you bit that, hook, line, an' sinker
And now you're addicted to hooks, rhymes, an' liquor
And I will not give up until I destroy you
And you will not give up until this employ you
So we are a match made in hell
I brought matches from hell
To set fire to all you enjoy
Do you want me to keep going?
I'll keep on going
So what, you're a poet, bitch? Nobody knows it
You're hoeing yourself out, like Disney did Frozen
Your casket is closing, it's over
Bitch, I'm coming back from the dead
I'm coming back from the dead!
I'm coming back from the dea-aye-aye!
I'm coming back from the dead!
I'm coming back from the dea-aye-aye!
I'm coming back for your head!
I'm coming back for your head!
What that lil' rapper just said?
What that lil' rapper just said?
Nothin', he's dead!
Bang! Bang!