Red Death Bukshot (Ft. S.O.N (USA) & Twisted Insane)

[Verse 1: S.O.N.]
My pen expels a red death like Edgar Allan Poe
It's like my flow, it channels ghosts of all the dead and tortured souls
Where exactly are we headed now? Nobody really knows
So follow me into the void, embrace the fear of the unknown
The wicked shit is mine, I am evil and divine
All of this is by design and it exists inside my mind
The horns hold the halo and the being holds the consciousness
I remember when I lost my mind and now there is no stopping this
The prison is duality for which I do exist in
Legion is the strength and the heart we felt was missing
The message is the same if you Muslim or you Christian
And it's spreading like a plague wrote about in Gothic fiction

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Demons from the legends (from the legends), we ain't fed yet
Living in our presence but bitch you ain't dead yet
We might shoot ya but we ain't said yet
I see your future, it's looking like a red death

[Post-Chorus: Bukshot]
I see the writing on the wall but they can't see it
It says my enemies will fall and that will be it
No pass! Only enter with a paid debt
No cash! Then we accept a red death