Undertaker

These fakes find their way down
This hate finds its way down

Challenges are building I’m just wondering what they’re filling ay
I just hold my tongue until I’m hurting from this mental ache
Feeling all the hate until I’m trapped with all these vacant things
I just wanna break until I’m done with all these anxious traits

These fakes find their way down
This hate finds its way down

I just wash it down and then I’m picking up the ceiling ay
Then I toss around until I’m sluggin through building ay
People wanna drag you to the woods until they’re squealing ay
I just wanna drain until I’m saving all you fucking stains

These fakes find their way down
This hatе finds its way down

Undertaker of the undеrground
If you love ya life don't make a sound
Creppin on ya wit the kitchen knife
Finna take life
You won't make it out

Satan's at work
And the evil is lurkin
Try to escape
But I'm too determined

Get you then gut you
And cut you up quick
Swift with the shit
You would think imma Surgeon

Better lay down
If you don't get down
Too loud
Killa kno where you at now

Scared for ya life
Don't know why
Cuz it's pitiful
Stop all that cryin'
It's lame
And so typical

Keep runnin'
You just gonna get tired
Hunt you down
Like my name's Michael Myers

Taking my time
Cuz I kno you will trip
Happens quite often
It's all in the script

Lost in the woods
With nowhere to go
Put an end to ya world
With a cut to throat

Won't see it comin'
You won't even know
All you feel is the blade
Cut deep to ya soul

Its over!
Your fucked
Set in stone
Shit nipped and tucked

Follow the blood
And you'll find a surprise
Head severed off
With a lost pair of eyes