[Hook] x2
All these punk [bad word] don't know
 [bad word] their mouth like I won't kick in their door
All these punk [bad word] hitting my phone
You think we boys I never seen you at one of my shows

See I been [bad word] 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 Ghoste
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
 [bad word] what your friends say
 [bad word] 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
 [bad word] I'm draped in Ghost Supply head to toe
Y'all were sleeping I don't want your [bad word] clothes
My chick going to seduce your [bad word] girl
We tag-teaming like we wrestling for the belt

Lay down your soul (Venom)

[Hook] x2
All these punk [bad word] don't know
 [bad word] their mouth like I won't kick in their door
All these punk [bad word] hitting my phone
You think we boys I never seen you at one of my shows