[Intro: Ken Foree, Playa Fly & Lord Infamous]
When there is no more room in Hell, the dead will walk the earth
Now you see me smilin', lookin' wild and got a loced out face
Suckers think they close to me, deep inside, I feel disgrace
Smokin' the ink, we get blowed off the ink
We get fucked up, we takin' them hard pulls
Now you see me smilin', lookin' wild and got a loced out face
Where the bud at?
Lookin' wild, got a loced out face
Where the bud at?
Smokin' the ink, we get blowed off the ink
We get fucked up, we takin' them hard pulls
Where the bud at?

[Verse 1: Ramirez]
Sittin' in a circle as we're praying to the wicked one
Flames arise, a buster cries, and everybody starts to run
Lookin' at the devil in his eyes, don't be surprised
Everybody in this bitch, will die by the night

[Verse 2: Yung Plague]
Light-lightning strikes in front of my feet
I believe I'm the demon that bleeds in the color of grey (Ayy)
Winter is comin', I summon the flames (Ayy)
Summer is gone, I'm no longer Yung Plague (Ayy)
Noose and a blade (Ayy), Lucifer's slave (Ayy)
Choosin' the day I'll be loose in the gra-ave (Ayy)
Slay-slay the sheep that pull wool over my eyes
Creep in the dark, I'm a shark in disguise
Park it in drive, jump out the ride
Crucify me on a spike, I will die right by Lucifer's side
Bodies in a pile about a mile down the road
Got a while 'til it snows
Black and white makes the color that I glow
Grow in a hole until I become whole
[Verse 3: Yung $carecrow]
Shoot that bitch right in his neck like executin' Clay Morrow
Then I stumble and I walk to go and grab me a shovel
Yung-Yung Jax Teller, and the concrete's my jungle
Smuggle a fuck boy to sacrifice into rubble
Tunnel vision to murder with grey walls cavin' in
Crumble 'til I'm unheard of, the resurrection begins

[Refrain: Yung $carecrow]
Welcome to the land of six thousand degrees
Feel the ferocity of fire burnin' for eternity

[Outro: Lord Infamous & Playa Fly]
Smokin' the ink, we get blowed off the ink
We get fucked up, we takin' them hard pulls
Now you see me smilin', lookin' wild and got a loced out face
Where the bud at?
Lookin' wild and got a loced out face
Where the bud at?
Smokin' the ink, we get blowed off the ink
We get fucked up, we takin' them hard pulls
Where the bud at?