DEADMAN!

[Verse 1]
Changing of tides line the sides of my my mind
And I’m finding the signs that the spirits are guiding
The way I collide with the elders divine
Mine inside of the shrine just to uncover all of the lies
Clever little men will never see a day again because the death has sent 'em in
Staring at the end I’m facing death up in his den so if not now then fucking when
I write in blood just like a pen
Equip the blade, bust out the mace
Lacerate his face but he regenerates faith
Demons stand around but they ain’t facing so they slain
Staying in they lane 'cause they be fearing DEATHMANE
Ayy (Ayy)
Ayy (Ayy)
Eater of the dead be hiding under bed frames
Seeking asylum from inside my mind, I’m a victim of thoughts that try cut me like blades
I’m not talking Bates 'cause I’m in the mindspace
Ain’t no blackin' out but still ain’t got the mothafuckin' sane
Tryna run away but they keep fallin' like the trade I am not playing with you lames so better stop the fuckin' games

[Verse 2]
Pussy totin’ heat
You don’t wanna meet me
I'm a demon seeming like I’m colder than the deep sea
And I mean it when I’m gleaming like you seeing Pennywise eyes in the middle of the motherfuckin' street
Peek-a-boo
Man, I wouldn’t wanna be you
I slaughter your crew, got your blood on my shoes, now my shirt is stained red and your skin is stained blue
Pussy boy, now you hang from a barbed wire noose

[Verse 3]
Man step back
I don’t think you know how you will get attacked
Take a wooden bat up on your side and hear a motherfuckin' crack
I never lack
I am aware of all the things that are going on around and I am ready like a hound steady pounce on a motherfucker put him in the ground
Layin' in a hole, better take me to the pound
Bounce from the scene
They are not catching me eating your spleen I have never been seen like a shadow except I exist physically
Tall and I’m lean like I’m from ARGs
When I am a spirit, I'm just gonna roll back
Poltergeist never nice, lemme catch body stacks
Pussy motherfuckers never gotta spine up in they back so they click to the clack 'til they Glock go blat