Back From the Dead

We have such sights to show you Bitch, I'm Micheal Myers in the graveyard Now it's time to show 'em Micheal Myers in the graveyard Now it's time to show 'em Michael Myers in the graveyard Now it's time to show 'em Micheal Myers in the graveyard, now– Aye, aye i just got a new blade Make that wrist slash, yuh Crawlin' outta two graves Tell 'em "Get back up" killing everyone It's time to harvest some heads So all you bitches better run 'cause now we back from the dead I think I need a bodybag, I pull up Death on my mind The moon is rising, perfect timing Better pray for your life I'm painting pictures like Picasso with The blood of my foes The canvas dripping, I'm slipping Down to the gallows you go Yeah, I think it's finally time To raise the devils, triple six on my jacket With my brother, he just pulled up and Then he started slashing I bring the gun, load the clips Now it's full automatic The double J finally back With some murderous habit's Bitch, I'm a deathdealer Look at my palms, that's a pentagram Like cult leaders All this evil got us in demand All these pussies scared, yeah They say we're too dark They try to paint us as a villain Guess it's time to play the part, bitch Okay, wait a minute We back like we never left I'm still the same, never changed Still a hole in my chest I went to hell to meet the devil Had some debt to collect I took the blade and gripped the hilt And drove it straight through his neck Back from the dead Bitch we comin' with the fire Takin' souls and turn the world to coal That's my desire rollin' with an army Only two inside the unit I been sharpenin' the iron Let me show you how I use it I'm so awful, I know it I just keep laughing as I'm slashing I can't stop it It's over the bodies stacking overflowin' And "Oh God What have I done?" I just say with a grin We're taking over, like we told you Let's go do it again Bitch, I'm Michael Myers in the graveyard 'couple bodies in the bag Death, money, murder Killer when I'm sinning on the track It's that time of the year When every soul turns black When we pull up in that hearse You ain't ever coming back Aye, aye i just got a new blade Make that wrist slash, yuh Crawlin' outta two graves Tell 'em "Get back up" killing everyone It's time to harvest some heads So all you bitches better run 'cause now we back from the dead I think I need a bodybag, I pull up Death on my mind The moon is rising, perfect timing Better pray for your life I'm painting pictures like Picasso with The blood of my foes The canvas dripping, I'm slipping Down to the gallows you go Michael Myers in the graveyard Now it's time to show 'em Michael Myers in the graveyard Now it's time to show 'em Michael Myers in the graveyard Now it's time to show 'em Michael Myers in the graveyard, now it's–