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Blaze Ya Dead Homie

The Crypt Keeper

You should not have come here

You're not welcome here

This place is of death

I'm the crypt keeper

in charge of the netherworlds

deathvalley is made up of skeletons and unspoken words

vultures fly by like ghetto birds and pig flesh

from bones while they melt in the sun

like icecream cones, the dead zone

and i'm sawing unto the rings

brimstone and hot lava melt away puppet strings

go a thousand of em waiting to jump if i give the word

and drag you down into the crypt without

a care or concern, i hold a hour glass

which means my word is my bond

and if your name appear upon my list

it's you that i will creep on

and should i say a grippen no

i'm not trippen i pause for a second to

reload my weapon and blast

you fucking wit the crypt keeper

you done fucked up now bitch beacuse i'm here to see ya

blast,you fucking wit the crypt keeper

you done fucked up now bitch beacuse i'm here to see ya

the sun is falling and it's raining blood

the deadman has returned to your neighborhood

and you know i'm about that grey bags

cut throat, bullet wholes, gun smoke

don't you know bitch motherfucker i'm a lay you down

grey bags

cut throat, bullet wholes, gun smoke

don't you know bitch motherfucker i'm a lay you down

you fucking wit the crypt keeper

you done fucked up now bitch beacuse i'm here to see ya

blast,you fucking wit the crypt keeper

you done fucked up now bitch beacuse i'm here to see ya

the sun is falling and it's raining blood

the deadman has returned to your neighborhood

and you know i'm about that grey bags

cut throat, bullet wholes, gun smoke

don't you know bitch motherfucker i'm a lay you down

grey bags

cut throat, bullet wholes, gun smoke

don't you know bitch motherfucker i'm a lay you down

pour on some liquor and bow your head

and give respect to the motherfucking dead