To Late to Pray

You can’t run, You can’t hide
When the reapers got your soul on his mind
It’s too late to pray, it’s too late to cry
Cuz your caskets got your name on the side
Oh you goan die!
The nose of a lycan who nose when he smells it
5 am and im just hittin' velvet
Linin in my casket the tale that tells it
Zombie Killa, wicked down to the pelvis
Re-animated round the death of elvis
Examinated and found out that im selvish
Shelve this you won’t even see these hellons
Stuck on earth amongst tweaks and felons
I hunger for your flesh, not leavin a love bite
Thirsty for familiars your my favorite blood type
Nectar of a punk my puncture is always right
Got these chumps in a choke hold
They thinking they tight
Lustin 4 your tear the secret ingredient
I get so into it your fear is makin' me deviant
Sedate the haters, too real like ralph nader
Hide my face from the fakes bay areas darth vader
Bridge
It is that evil cerebral keepin you feebles equal
Im burnin down steeples, these people got me seein fecal
It all comes out, when the sequal of defeat
Beneath you retreats you and you feel like a mirror in the prequel
Of the reaper that skeets you
Jigsaw puzzled and more than happy to meet you
You dont wanna see me at your front door in black robe
You dont wanna see me with those unpaid dues thats a fact bro