Return of the Living Dead

[Intro: Count Dracula]
The instrument of my final conquest
Swifter, more awesome than the black death
The plague

[Verse 1]
I hit your fuckin' clique up like a desktop
Yellin', "Sick 'em," then you riddled with some red dots
Bitch, I'm Tom Riddle makin' heads rot
Day you use an instrumental right will be a guest spot
You fuckin' goofball, choosin' to take the high ground
When deep down, we know you're still a Nazi in a tight gown (Sieg Heil shit)
And I'll be frank, I don't like you, that's what the rhyme's 'bout
So enjoy your little successes, they always find you out (Dumbass)
You fuckеrs ain't noticing what I'm bringin' yet?
I swear I'm the sickеst out of these bitches that don't give respect
You got insufficient flex, I tell 'em, "Rip the check"
Slip a diss, I'll hit your sis for sex and then I'll dip and jet
I'm battle crying holdin' cattle prods
You motherfuckers ain't gon' last for long like the Padawans
Chargin' up my fuckin' special just to blast you frauds
Drop the gavel on you, turn your clan all into mastodons

[Chorus]
It's the return of the living dead, come through like a pack of wolves
Bitch, you really did it yet, you opened the catacombs
Bitch, I drag 'em like cigarettes then I'm cashed like I'm packin' bowls
You fuckers ain't famous yet, I thought you were strapped to blow
It's the return of the living dead, come through like a pack of wolves
Bitch, you really did it yet, you opened the catacombs
Bitch, I drag 'em like cigarettes then I'm cashed like I'm packin' bowls
You fuckers ain't famous yet, I thought you were strapped to blow (Guess not)

[Verse 2]
They never thought that I'd be crawling out my grave plot
I been excellin' while you sellin' all the same slop
I only fuck with my own brand like I'm a Macintosh
You disagree, I'm fit to see your corpse look like a data mosh
I got the type of fuckin' beefs that you don't set aside
I catch you out, you best protect your clout like shit is Clementine
All those fuckin' brag raps you made were left to time
And now you're just a guy, so all that hate you take and letterize
You see, it's simple, these simpletons kick rocks
While I'm fuckin' up instrumentals, you spittin' like Kid Rock (Trash)
Me and The Jokerr kosher as soon as his shit knocks
And I don't think that's possible like Pelosi with six cocks
Spittin' triple-six-hop, ain't my mission to get props
It's to put you into submission the minute you click "watch"
Then blast off with precision and iggy my wristwatch
You been cookin' up in the kitchen? I'm bettin' that shit's a crock, bitch

[Chorus]
It's the return of the living dead, come through like a pack of wolves
Bitch, you really did it yet, you opened the catacombs
Bitch, I drag 'em like cigarettes then I'm cashed like I'm packin' bowls
You fuckers ain't famous yet, I thought you were strapped to blow
It's the return of the living dead, come through like a pack of wolves
Bitch, you really did it yet, you opened the catacombs
Bitch, I drag 'em like cigarettes then I'm cashed like I'm packin' bowls
You fuckers ain't famous yet, I thought you were strapped to blow (Guess not)

[Bridge]
You fuckers think I'm bluffin'? Well come on then, find out
You ain't cut for no MacGuffin, I'll bludgeon your lights out
And nobody gets the jump, bitch, I run with my sights out
Y'all ain't touchin' fuckin' nothin' 'til bust down is iced out
You fuckers think I'm bluffin'? Well come on then, find out
You ain't cut for no MacGuffin, I'll bludgeon your lights out
And nobody gets the jump, bitch, I run with my sights out
Y'all ain't touchin' fuckin' nothin' 'til bust down is iced out, uh

[Outro: Count Dracula]
Foolish man
Bullets cannot harm me