[Verse 1: Nataslive] [Verse 2: Nero] [Verse 3: Casacas] [Verse 4: Gantron] [Verse 5: Cinik**] Yo I'm independent director of horror Call me Greg Nicotero how much Mr. License [?] Or what's the [?] a pentagram is drawn on your door It's ring-around-the-rosy, he gonna die a bigger p**y captain Josie, oxycotton ptosis Will kick your body multiple sclerosis, don't betray the closet I got a head like a key from Sheri moon zombie She took my bloody clothes, than the John piece was happy The descendants economies and defecating bodies When they start to eat just came to scream like Pavarotti [?] bisecting your doodle I'm not seen asteroids from the lonely planet Pluto Heads are rolling like a folder already hit some pins Open up the papers and prepare for the syringe Your lifestyle is a pinch, you make the devil trench Companies if I can be iron in the golden ship To pretend you with the ground while I thought you looked like Mainland For the metal jangling wipe your bloody friends are hanging I'm the Usher, and now so far still plunger And waits to hunger, but you hold the deadly number 666 It's written on your palms face the risk Cinik** resurrecting the darkness with his fist Through text suicide your mind, to the bodies [?] Like robbing, everybody know what Dr. Frankenstein [Outro] Yo, Cinik** Bluetex Destruction on the beat What the f**!!!