Haunt Creep-P (Ft. Chi-Chi (USA), JACKIE EXTREME & Projekt Melody)

I'm 6 feet underground
Little-to-no sound
This shit's gonna go down
Nowhere to be found
But know that I see you
Know that I heard you
And pray I don't haunt you
Pray I don't kill you

I'm 6 feet underground
Little-to-no sound
This shit's gonna go down
Nowhere to be found
But know that I see you
Know that I heard you
And pray I don't haunt you
Pray I don't kill you

[JACKIE EXTREME]
JA-JA-CKIE-CKIE EX-EX-TREME-TREME
Risen up from my grave
Second coming, here to slay
You know me, I misbehave
When Creep-P lets me come to play
Wetter than the month of may
Made of metal, skin like clay
I'm your nightmare, your dismay
Miss Extreme is here to say
Stream my music all damn day
Served up on a silver tray
Kill you quick with my death ray
All the other bitchеs hate me
Yes, mе
Yes, they all hate me
I could care less, please
Get down on your fucking knees
Beg and plead for survival
This is now your final trial
Do you dare disrespect me?
I'm afraid you're guilty
(Oof!)