[Intro]
Behold the crucifix, what does it symbolize?
Pallid incompetence hanging on a tree
[Verse 1: Lil Revive]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Little Revive, the devil still grinnin'
Like to see me down, but he hate it when I’m winnin'
Thoughts of suicide pushin' me to my limits
Always on my mind, but I gotta stay sinnin’, like
Pentagram on my back, on my cult shit
Had to murder and then bury my emotions
Hate the spotlight, I never really loved it
So many witches, think I gotta start a coven
Black hearse, that's the suicide Benz
Got the burner in the door, if you get under my skin
Got three more in the back and they all best friends
If you ain't heard of Little Revive, where the fuck you been, like
Yeah, all the competition looking stale 'boutta stay ripe
Rolling through the field like a Halloween hayride
When he hear the guitar, you'll be dead by the daylight
She told me that she want me, but I only wanna take lives
Body in the bag, new scythe like a hatchet
Dressed in all black, Ghostface when I'm slashin'
Yeah, I know I'm crazy, I don’t even try to mask it
Got a good soul, but I’m Dahmer when I'm rappin’
Eat 'em with the flow, then I put 'em in a casket
I've been with the cult, now we’re doing dark magic
People love to hate, but deep down I know they're cappin'
Watch 'em all change when I drop another classic
Behold the crucifix, what does it symbolize?
Pallid incompetence hanging on a tree
[Verse 1: Lil Revive]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Little Revive, the devil still grinnin'
Like to see me down, but he hate it when I’m winnin'
Thoughts of suicide pushin' me to my limits
Always on my mind, but I gotta stay sinnin’, like
Pentagram on my back, on my cult shit
Had to murder and then bury my emotions
Hate the spotlight, I never really loved it
So many witches, think I gotta start a coven
Black hearse, that's the suicide Benz
Got the burner in the door, if you get under my skin
Got three more in the back and they all best friends
If you ain't heard of Little Revive, where the fuck you been, like
Yeah, all the competition looking stale 'boutta stay ripe
Rolling through the field like a Halloween hayride
When he hear the guitar, you'll be dead by the daylight
She told me that she want me, but I only wanna take lives
Body in the bag, new scythe like a hatchet
Dressed in all black, Ghostface when I'm slashin'
Yeah, I know I'm crazy, I don’t even try to mask it
Got a good soul, but I’m Dahmer when I'm rappin’
Eat 'em with the flow, then I put 'em in a casket
I've been with the cult, now we’re doing dark magic
People love to hate, but deep down I know they're cappin'
Watch 'em all change when I drop another classic
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