[Hook] x2 All these punk motherf**ers don't know They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door All these punk motherf**ers hitting my phone You think we boys I never seen you at one of my shows See I been f**ing 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 f** what your friends say f** 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 b**h I'm draped in Ghost Supply head to toe Y'all were sleeping I don't want your damn clothes My chick going to seduce your damn girl We tag-teaming like we wrestling for the belt Lay down your soul (Venom) [Hook] x2 All these punk motherf**ers don't know They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door All these punk motherf**ers hitting my phone You think we boys I never seen you at one of my shows