Whispers (Remix)

[Verse 1: Ztarve]
This that dead body, that 666
Y'all, Ztarve's calling on a sick slit wrist
You'll call Robin with an emo clique
And demon goblins walking through the mist
Devil got my brain with the fame on a case
Slaying slaves with that thang, wrapped in [?base hiding?] ways
Unexplained with the chains, locked in place in a crate
Runaways full of pain, I’ll obtain mad insane
Black magic of a demon ghost
Mad tragic like belief in post
Start slashing when I see the throats
Of all pastors, dessert to crows
Demon possessions they give me erection
Pedestrian intestines, appendix my fetish
A menace like Dennis, descendant of weapons
A voodoo aggressive, perfected connections
I can hear the whispers getting close, they give me comfort
I drive away but they all sway up on my fucking bumper
I can see my breath, I guess it's getting colder
Am I a child of God or a demon soldier?

[Hook: Ztarve]
Whispers getting clear nigga, day is getting closer
In my room pitch black, they're coming out my posters
Pen’ll send em reeling when I feel em when I kill em
And a menace of a belly for the dinner
Set em on a plate, renegade, my ways from the faith
Of the days on the grave, yelling "demon get away!"
Whispers getting clear nigga, day is getting closer
In my room pitch black, they're coming out my posters
Pen’ll send em reeling when I feel em when I kill em
And a menace of a belly for the dinner
Set em on a plate, renegade, my ways from the faith
Of the days on the grave, yelling "demon get away!"

[Verse 2: Playboy The Beast]
Yo, have you heard about me? I'm the demon with the red eyes
Fuck living, rather kick it with the dead guys
Coming to rip em up I'm with the Devil getting baptized
With the blood of the innocent, we the bad guys
Too illuminated, never taking no lies
I'm bringing truth to the youth, I got em severing ties
To Church of blind faith, I'ma be they demise
Until the blood of dead angels rains down from the sky
Hell's Gates open up and now my demons on the rise
Don't say my name six times in the mirror
I'll appear behind you when I show you what your fear is
Six different slits from six different blades
And 666, burn in Hell through the flames
Summon me through the ritual in a pentagram
Lurking next to Lucifer
In the shadows is where I stand
Got the head of a severed lamb in my hand
I don't give a damn, I'ma kill you and the son of man
Murder Musick is the clan, all my killers are possessed
If you see us, better scram, yeah
Desecrate who's speaking less of me, forked devil tongue
And other rappers ain't no match for me
A natural born killer, I'm killing these bitches savagely
You can get the horns, I'll turn your church into a battle scene
Leave your corpses rigor mortis, they're getting an atrophy, yeah

[Hook: Ztarve]
Whispers getting clear nigga, day is getting closer
In my room pitch black, they're coming out my posters
Pen’ll send em reeling when I feel em when I kill em
And a menace of a belly for the dinner
Set em on a plate, renegade, my ways from the faith
Of the days on the grave, yelling "demon get away!"
Whispers getting clear nigga, day is getting closer
In my room pitch black, they're coming out my posters
Pen’ll send em reeling when I feel em when I kill em
And a menace of a belly for the dinner
Set em on a plate, renegade, my ways from the faith
Of the days on the grave, yelling "demon get away!"