Brothaz Grimm - Nocturnal Lyrics

Wake and bake dodging stakes rising out my coffin high
As a kite creepin out the crypt no pulse but Im alive
Left to die nothing left of my humanity
Dead inside but the green monsters all I need
Phasing through the smoke like the phantom of a dope opera
Faded Im a ghost apparition of the marijuana
Chopping up bodies on display like its benihanas
We don't give a f*ck if the living or the dead haunt us
Nocturnal like a night feed show teeth
Cause youre f*ckin with the Nightbreed
Creature feature you know the party never quits
It's devils night and were bustin Eric Draven shit light em up
Lemme take another sip its red rum and Im getting kinda loose with it
Like Jack Torrence turnin up and turnin out they terrified
Im the Miles County killer clown
It's going down
Eyes red head muddy buddha and brains on my breath
F*ck a swisher sweet Im puffin on a blunt bound in human flesh
Ive been possessed by spirits of the Evil Dead
No fear of death catch me rapping with a severed head
Hard to maintain this deranged criminally insane
Satan made demonic Dionisis of the second plane
Haunting the chapel i was raised from the grave
Burning seven f*cking churches Im insane cursed and depraved
Nocturnal like a night feed show teeth
Cause youre f*ckin with the Nightbreed
Creature feature you know the party never quits
It's devils night and were bustin Eric Draven shit light em up
Lemme take another sip its red rum and Im getting kinda loose with it
Like Jack Torrence turnin up and turnin out they terrified
Im the Miles County killer clown
It's going down
November 13th the day of my birth was the day of a murder for what thats worth
And ever since then its been the guts and gore
Serenading my mind like a Simonetti score
Your move creep stop and drop I implore you
Im an armored truck like Robo Cop fool proof
Cause Im strapped with a gat and its hidden from your sight
Itll blow your brains if I swipe it just right
And thats how we roll like Coffin Joe at midnight Ill take your soul straight to hell
Listen up kiddies its your Final Destination and the place youre going they practice immolation
Dawn of Possession of a new regime by my boomstick I rule all hail to the king