Scythe Sam Hill

[Verse 1]
I'll let evil in the night
That shit told me what to write
Don't let it grow or in the end it might
I'll cut its throat, won't even let it fight
You can't fill up my head with hype
Broken infamies extra tight
I'm super baked changed out of spite
See in the dark like it's fucking light
(What are you on?) Fuck it all
I'm not a marionette, I'm not a puppet doll
I'm dressed to kill and got nothing on
You got a razor blade cut along
Down both your arms and around your necklace
Down your chest pull out your intestines
Throw your blood in a cross a fetus
As I fulfill the prophecy

[Hook]
Tonight is the perfect night to take a life
I might even do it with a favorite knife
I’d like to move up from rabbits, snakes and mice
The light, it is a black flame, a black light
Bright Is the path when you're in your reading the moon
You're right if you think the reaper's in the room
The white darkness has created your tomb
The scythe is in the left hand when greeting your doom