Venom

All these punk motherfuckers don't know

They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door

All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone

You think we boys I never seen you at one of my shows

All these punk motherfuckers don't know

They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door

All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone

You think we boys I never seen you at one of my shows

See I been fucking up my life no joke

Tatted my face, quit my job, went broke

But I been loving every day a little more

When you hear that wooden block, you know it's only ghost

Made in the image of what they call Satan

The blade is serrated and decapitating

The brain of sedated and awaiting heads

Never to let them think freely again

Put ‘em in an underwater grave

Better pay your attention to what I am about to say

Fuck what your friends say

Fuck what the man say

I been licking venom off my gums

Getting faded off the blood of my girl

I cut her on the face, she told me more

She got blood on my grandma floor

Bitch I'm draped in Ghost Supply head to toe

Y'all were sleeping I don't want your damn clothes

My chick going to seduce your damn girl

We tag-teaming like we wrestling for the belt

Lay down your soul

All these punk motherfuckers don't know

They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door

All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone

You think we boys I never seen you at one of my shows

All these punk motherfuckers don't know

They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door

All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone

You think we boys I never seen you at one of my shows