Death Threats

Smell's so bad in here
 Dude, he's been dead for years
 How far'd you bury him?
 Just keep digging, bro
 Oh, fuck
 Wake up
 I'm coming back from the dead
 I'm coming back for your head
 You rappers out here ain't threats
 Wake up
 With demons standing on my chest
 Dreams I have, got me in sweats
 Got no peace, I need some rest
 Wanna rest in peace?
 No problem, I'll arrange that
 Funny, you should say that
 That's actually why I came back
 To make your life a living hell and then kill you
 And I bet you thought you got away, but I'ma still do it
 Fill you full of fear, 'til ya' scared to make a move
 Look at you, looking in the mirror, trying to make it through
 Another day, go 'an pray, God ain't trying to hear you
 He got better shit to do than listen to you boo-hoo
 Boom-boom, oh damn, that was only in the beat, huh?
 Thought I finally got you to snap
 Well, that's alright, I got all the time in the world
 Not to mention, whole hell lot of time after that, ha!
 So you might as well get used to me
 Being that little voice in the back of ya' head
 Telling you to make choices, that'll leave ya' hands red
 Know why?
 I'm coming back from the dead!
 I'm coming back from the dead!
 I'm coming back from the dea-aye-aye!
 I'm coming back from the dead!
 I'm coming back from the dea-aye-aye!
 I'm coming back for your head!
 I'm coming back for your head!
 What that lil' rapper just said?
 What that lil' rapper just said?
 Nothing, he's dead!
 Bang! Bang!
 Shh, I don't wanna hear another syllable
 This shit is pitiful
 I know I been gone for a long interval
 I live what I'm spitting, though
 That mean I am little totally fucked up
 If you didn't know
 So I gotta good reason for my absence
 You see, it's kinda to breath in a casket
 What the hell I'm doing in a casket?
 I'm just relaxing
 So please, quit asking
 Aye, I ain't make the country rap list
 Aye, thats shit's so damn funny
 Aye, what the fuck a country rapper?
 Aye, to the best rapper in the country?
 Aye, I ain't here to make no friends
 Aye, these motherfuckers ain't my friends
 Aye, I don't play fake pretend
 Aye, I play Russian roulette, bang!
 Told you on dying, I was dying, what the fuck?
 Think I make this shit up, just to give you shit to bump?
 I got problems on problems, and they keep adding up
 Now there's bottles on bottles, 'cause I keep driving drunk
 Ugh, there I go again, giving in to the sin
 There's a battle for my soul, and my skin finna win
 If I keep fidgeting with the hair trigger, with my finger
 Betcha these voices'll fucking stop and think again
 That'll show 'em, when I blow 'em clean across the fucking room
 That I mean business, better watch who they talking to
 Talking to you, Charles, little bitch, do you hear me?
 I know that you weary!
 I know that you fear me!
 Freepression was a front, you ain't free, bitch
 Fuck Mesus, you ain't shit without me, bitch
 Go 'head an' tell, ain't nobody gon' believe this
 Go head an' yell, 'til ya' body's six feet, bitch
 No one's gonna give a fuck, no one's gonna listen up
 No one's gonna miss you when you dead, bitch, give it up
 No one's gonna buy ya' shit, think it's bout time ya' quit
 Go ahead, get mad, cry, and write another hit
 When ya gonna learn, huh?
 You can never kill me
 They don't fucking feel you, bitch, they feel me
 It eats you alive, you been up all night, now
 That's why you up writing this shit, right now!
 How?
 How do i know you so well?
 Well, that's funny you ask, 'cause there's actually a spell
 That was casted from hell
 To your dad, but your dad didn't handle it well
 And that's sad but, oh well
 There's no rest for the wicked
 So, I went ahead and put that curse on your head
 And said that you're gifted
 And you bit that, hook, line, an' sinker
 And now you're addicted to hooks, rhymes, an' liquor
 And I will not give up until I destroy you
 And you will not give up until this employ you
 So we are a match made in hell
 I brought matches from hell
 To set fire to all you enjoy
 Do you want me to keep going?
 I'll keep on going
 So what, you're a poet, bitch? Nobody knows it
 You're hoeing yourself out, like Disney did Frozen
 Your casket is closing, it's over
 Bitch, I'm coming back from the dead
 I'm coming back from the dead!
 I'm coming back from the dea-aye-aye!
 I'm coming back from the dead!
 I'm coming back from the dea-aye-aye!
 I'm coming back for your head!
 I'm coming back for your head!
 What that lil' rapper just said?
 What that lil' rapper just said?
 Nothin', he's dead!
 Bang! Bang!