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 Michael 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 that wrist slash, yuh Crawlin' outta 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 we're too 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 comin' with the fire Takin' souls and turn the world to coal, that's my desire Rollin' with an army, only two inside the unit I been sharpenin' 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 overflowin' And: Oh God, what have I done? I just say with a grin We're taking over, like we told you, let's go do it again Bitch, I'm Michael Myers in the graveyard, 'couple bodies in the bag Death, money, murder, killer when I'm sinning 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 Crawlin' outta 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 Michael Myers in the graveyard, now it's time to show 'em Michael Myers in the graveyard, now it's time to show 'em Michael Myers in the graveyard, now it's time to show 'em Michael Myers in the graveyard, now it's