Chorus Bang your head... bang, your, head! Bang your head... bang, your, head! [The Grym Reaper] RZArector! [The RZArector] Yo Im not the same that I was when I was younger I roll with a Clan from a land, down under Deep in the darkness, we strike you regardless Of who? Its obvious! me... ha! Surround in a burial ground appoint my death spot I build my house on top of Salems Lot Front porch bloody, back yard, muddy Like Amityville, my family kills Thoughts of humanity, drove me to insanity To all of my rivalries, I speak of profanity Motherfuck this! Motherfuck that! Bang your, head! Chorus [The Grym Reaper] Here comes the killer with the Gravedigga sword, gimme room Like devils in a Ouiji board Im spellin doom Ever since six, throwin mad stones And sticks capture dips on the graveyard shift Digging aint a new phenom because my crew is on Spots are blown like nuclear bombs With the killer instinct, rhymes are in synch BBBBBang your head til it shrinks! Midnight marauder, bodies are getting slaughtered Bring a cross and a bucket of holy water So stealing cant be controlled so mother fucking grave dig em Slide out your head stone stack up your body, just like a clepto Lets go, to the graveyard plot Count up the knots, on the bodies that got robbed So bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang! Chorus x 2 [Somebody Dont know whos voice] Gatekeep! [The Gatekeeper] Yo I creep with the evil intent to represent Of course, the night, is one with the dark force The killer brigade, twelve oclock starts the raid Torches lit over your grave Feel no pain though exposed to the raven Deep in every step of blood like Wes Craven Yo! I eject the fume that spells doom The wickedest flow, sweep, ya up like a broom Crept from the shadowy graves of Medina ha! You wont step away from the arena of death Boom, bang! Here I am, the bezerk The ruthless killer yo, I do work Dark force is thick, mother fuckers for real Heres a tale from the crypt, bang your head! Chorus x 7
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