real ghost creepin out the woods man
sick host smokin on the wolf's bane
red clot one shot two drop
livestock 
choppin up the body parts
cheap talk imma fuckin put the blade in you
Twist of fate the pain in you
it fills ya gut we stick and move
now slit your wrist ya split in two Inevitable 
mind erased
You know they won't remember you

steeped in metal I'm peakin in levels
I never settle like a Devil in temple
but i rein a mental ghost

now slit your wrist You never exist
you try and trip bitch schemaposse never miss

never beatin on a dead horse just a bloted dead corpse stinkin on the back of the front porch 
I am not the one that you can get an inch from
I don't give a shit about who you know or where you been from

CHILDREN SHOULDN'T PLAY WITH DEAD THINGS

Triloquist