Chorus:
Bang your head... bang, your, head!
Bang your head... bang, your, head!
[Grym Reaper] Rzarector!
[Rzarector]
Yo I'm not the same that I was when I was younger
I roll with a Clan from a land, down under
Deep in the darkness, we strike you regardless
Of who? It's obvious! me... ha!
Surround in a burial ground appoint my d**h spot
I build my house on top of Salem's Lot
Front porch bloody, back yard, muddy
Like Amityville, my family k**s
Thoughts of humanity, drove me to insanity
To all of my rivalries, I speak of profanity
Motherf** this! Motherf** that! Bang your, head!
Chorus
[Grym Reaper]
Here comes the k**er with the Gravedigga sword, gimme room
Like devils in a Ouiji board I'm spellin' doom
Ever since six, throwin' mad stones
And sticks capture dips on the graveyard shift
Digging ain't a new phenom because my crew is on
Spots are blown like nuclear bombs
With the k**er instinct, rhymes are in synch
B-B-B-B-Bang your head til it shrinks!
Midnight marauder, bodies are getting slaughtered
Bring a cross and a bucket of holy water
So stealing can't be controlled so mother f**ing grave dig em'
Slide out your head stone stack up your body, just like a clepto
Let's go, to the graveyard plot
Count up the knots, on the bodies that got robbed
So bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
Chorus x 2
[Somebody (Don't know who's voice)]
Gatekeep!
[Gatekeeper]
Yo
I creep with the evil intent to represent
Of course, the night, is one with the dark force
The k**er brigade, twelve o'clock starts the raid
Torches lit over your grave
Feel no pain though exposed to the raven
Deep in every step of blood like Wes Craven
Yo! I eject the fume that spells doom
The wickedest flow, sweep, ya up like a broom
Crept from the shadowy graves of Medina ha!
You're one stop away from the arena of d**h
Boom, bang! Here I am, the bezerk
The ruthless k**er yo, I do work
Dark force is thick, mother f**ers for real
Here's a tale from the crypt, bang your head!
Chorus x 7