[Intro: Freddy Krueger (Robert Englund)]
Sticks and stones may break my bones but nothing will ever kill me

[Verse 1: Yersinia Pestis]
It's devil shit from Russia to California
Ты это вспомнишь, когда будет поздно
Их слёзы обузой повиснут на лицах
Креститься на Бога и стены больницы
[?] уснёшь
Что сильно заставит [?] нож
Брошенный, страшный, обросший и злобный
Ты встанешь под музыку эту из гроба
С топотом ног за жертвой как тень
С хохотом бешенным встав на колени
Калеками сделали, их месть — это личное
Разряд электричества, выстрел магический

[Chorus: Krucial Mane]
This for all you, this for all you, this for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit
This for all you, this for all you, this for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit

[Verse 2: Krucial Mane]
This right here goes out to all of you talkin' that shit
You must've came down on some real bad, real bad withdrawals
Fucking with Krucial Mane and I be slicing your throat
You must've got me fucked up, little homie it's a wrap
Toe-tag you for your bodybag, I ain't gon' cut you chance
You best better cut to all of that
We all in black for the gather of sinning and blasphemy
Christ is the truth that will kill and will put us in high opposition
We march in our prime
We merking our faith across the world
That didn't want spray (This time you die)
[Chorus: Krucial Mane]
This for all you, this for all you, this for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit
This for all you, this for all you, this for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit

[Verse 3: Valtiel]
I lift you up with a single thought
I lit you up when this thing go off
There's something wrong with this thought of a ship
Put something away beyond
Truth is, we're not done for long
I cast my dreams upon your nightmares
When I reach up for the stars
Wish your God is not there
Putting you deep underneath your roots
Let's see just how long that you go
You find your keep in soul
No, I'm kidding, that's a joke
It's a valuable night, I feel the venom inside
I caught 'em in a Walmart parking lot
Put his body parts in a shopping cart
Drove off and then bye-bye

[Chorus: Krucial Mane]
This for all you, this for all you, this for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit
This for all you, this for all you, this for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit
[Verse 4: Chuckklez]
It's that motherfucking boogie man who's creeping in your house when you're dead asleep
Gonna skin ya and your fucking wife, then take your head back home with me
Then I move to the next house and murder some more
Like a crazy motherfucker with a urge for gore
You stupid little bitches better watch your mouths
I'm gonna rip your intestines all the fucking way out
And I told y'all I'm loony
I'm possessed by horror movies
These faggots have fucked up
Now, death's coming to get ya
So, pardon the vices, don't mess with he
Who has a mind of a killer who's about to bring a beat
All you n***as that are fake just died from the sight
You know your vitals all look smacking
Might bust his veins from the machete

[Chorus: Krucial Mane]
This for all you, this for all you, this for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit
This for all you, this for all you, this for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit