The Witching Hour

Some people want to live no matter what
Yes, the Devil himself
What you saw in the cell is Satan
Otherwise known as the Dark Angel
Ahriman, Asmodeus, Belial, Diabolus
The Devil
You asked for the truth now you have it
That's why I must stay alive
At least until midnight

Two minutes 'til midnight
The witching hour's on the rise
When I surprise, look in the killers eyes
Tell no lies, my is packed to capacity
Flip of the tongue, diggity dumb
'cause that's how it has to be
The niggas that run will bе the
Niggas that's down with me
But niggas bettеr watch they back
Because of my tendency
To kill, that's how I derive my thrills
Pay my bills, and hold on my nuts while
Speaking on my skills
Here I come, here I come, it's quite amusing
Peep the retro illusion, niggas are losing
So confusing to the minds of the weak
You fear to blink
The verbal ejaculation of wicked speech
So don't preach, you can't teach
I'm out of reach, nigga fuck the cops
'cause I'm a fuckin' pig skinna
And I'm a winner when it comes to my game
Killin' motherfuckers like you
To me it's all the fuckin' same
Who's to blame for the funk of evil power?
Duck your head 'cause it's time
For the witching hour

Let 'em try to derive my wicked flow
But niggas talkin' shit so I
Guess they think they know
But they don't know shit about
A nigga like me
So I'ma show great lyrical styles
So everyone can see
Suck my dick, the massacre is on the rise
My wit, my wisdom
My heavy metal highs and lows
Let 'em know about my killin'
And all the fuckin' blood I
See drippin' from the ceilin'
And now I'm feelin' really really fucked up
My head is spinnin'
And I can't stop from fuckin' grinnin'
Lock your doors and hold
Your fuckin' pillow tight
Don't close your eyes one
Minute 'til midnight

The fate of the world hangs in balance
Because of a motherfucker
With wicked-ass talents
But at twelve, I metamorphosize into a demon
An evil monster to get you suckers screamin'
The wicked cycle begins again
With the sacrificial killing for my niggas
That's down to the end
So you think you're prepared for the shit
Right? At the sound of the tone
It'll be twelve o' clock midnight

So what you think about that nigga Mr bones?
That's a bunch of shit, baby