Baker Ya Maker
Evil Ass Pimp
Evil ass pimp, rising from beneath the mist
Next to me my devil witch, conjuring that mystic shit
Succubus, with the whip, the candle flickers as she strips
The taste of life is on her lips, seducing me into a trip
Moonlight in the night
Can't be seen, blend with the shadows
Ominous my ways of terror, guided by the words of Scarecrow
Be careful, approaching me
No words you will hear me speak
Deep inside my eyes, you'll see a fiend whose thoughts for life is bleak
Fear for thee, fear for me
Can't control what can't be seen
Devious these spirits be
I hear whispers but can't believe
What they say, they speak of death
In my mind I say "no way"
I should not listen to these voices, but I still do as they say