VERSE 1: KruddTheGuru 

I be really mobbin where the dead man goes
I’m cut throat
I’ll turn it to a deadman show
2 cups make me feel like I move real slow 
I rose from the dead just to summon these souls 

Kush still burning when the coffins closed
Floating in the room when we open doors
Like a open wound, we gonna leave ‘em all exposed
Bitches wanna be my boo like I sleep with ghost

I just got thoughts in my head that I should of been dead
Or maybe I am, I’ll still fuck it up 
I just been thinking bout pussy and bread
But either way we gonna level up
Walk in my shoes and see how I live 
You wouldn’t wanna live anymore
We could be Cult together 
But what would you do just to live here a little more

I got problems and i wanna solve them

VERSE 2: Richmaiden

It’s like dragging a moth into the light 

Violently shaking I wasn’t designed to withstand this much disparity at one time 
100 proof isn’t enough anymore but it might help the impact when I wreck my ride 
Maiden a pain in the neck 
Maiden be an infection deteriorating the spine 
Run with the coven we on some cult shit tonight 
You wanna ride?

Access denied. 
One thing I learned in this life: you can fall apart quicker than you can ever be designed 
fuck what you heard about me 
I can lose everything but my pride 
Hatred personified 

Ghost or a god, you decide yea it be the same thing 
Devil still be my wingman
In the club with a ouji board in my backpack
I be the semen in her throat when she screaming

VERSE 3: Eidolon

I’m at the top of my game 
Why is it this is the lowest that I’ve ever felt? 
I feel like a pawn in the scheme
Runaway train
I live just by laying down tracks 
Been creepin toward the edge of the void 
It’s been too long now 
I’ve lost all reference to the map 
No there’s nothing left for me there 
Time is up now
I guess that there’s no turning back 

This is the end of my line 
Plunge head first in a nose dive 
Coven cut throat with the blade 
I rotate quick as I rip through Saturns eye 
I choose life
I choose edge of my sword 
Cutting down whatever’s in my path until I collapse
Eidolon the torch of the new path
Know I got the Oni Mask
Reaper comin greet him with a laugh
Swing the scythe: smack

He hit a stone that been wrapped in swaddling now his neck snap
I take his cloak and scythe sipping whiskey out his skull in the pale moon light