PLAINFIELD, WISCONSIN ​hooligan chase

Was he a good guy?
Oh yeah, he's a good guy
Then bury him

Skellies in my closet, couple bones in my dresser
My name is bein' spoken, I'm succumbin' to the pressure
I scheduled my demise, when I suffer you feel pleasure
Layin' in your bed, let's convert it to a stretcher
Dissolve into a spirit and I linger in the cellar
Lackin' serotonin, it's too low for them to measure
Dustin' off a Ouija board and jottin' down the letters
The mеssage is "You not alone"
Trust me, you was nеver

I'm in, Carcosa
The Black Pearl, bitch it's, Barbossa
I cast spells if you, come closer
Heemeyer with the, killdozer
Bayonettes, when we, red rover
Mia Wallace, nah she, Malkova
Them prop guns, you's a, toy soldier
Hill house, every, October
It's not over

Fillin' up a urn on the mantle
Take a bic to the wick, light a candle
Under bridges with the homeless and vandals
Really I be makin' plans just to cancel
There's a witch in the woods and I'm Hansel
The faint cry of a banshee, a damsel
With my life on the line, I'ma gamble
In the kitchen, hide the stash by the Campbell's