[Verse 1: GHOSTEMANE]
Waking up in the box at six am in the mornin'
I'm six feet deep in the sematary where they bury me
Moaning in pain
I'm kicking the box until I break the fuck out and I'm swimming through the dirt with my brain exposed
I got revenge to seek out and I finally get my hands up on the ground and pull myself up
And now all I see around me is the living dead now woken up
We stumble across the ground and through the fog
You can see us, see us
The SCHEMAPOSSE
Summoning all of the [?] demons

[Verse 2: Mistified]
It's that cherry deadly bastard
Travelling with this fucking bat
Just came from the cemetery
Blood on my axe
Dropping blood with my mate
Never thought go play
You can call me Crack Donald, servin' fiends in the night
You know who the fuck it is
Young Ghost, Mr. Budd
According to the legend, he got fire in his eyes
Demon dogs from the abyss
He got claws with some fangs
So if you walk around the neighborhood
You better not lose your fucking track bitch
[Verse 3: G Lo Key]
Kreepin' at the grave
With my skins in the my G's
Six point star on my hand
6-6-6 on my sleeve
We're gonna bring it to these suckers
We're gonna drain them like some custard
As I look back to the Ghostemane
He noddin' for the go mane
All these nights we sleep
And we waitin' for the dream
Now we rippin' through your flesh
As we choke hold on the seam
Anybody feel this spook
To step up to the team
I ain't ever gave a fuck
I'll mash this knife right though your spleen

[Verse 4: CURSED]
Deep in the cut as I Kreep I'm a bad, bitch
Had on dis night shoot us down like a scary
Flip like a dime on the ground cemetery
Kill a mothafucka lookin' round smoking larry
Never give a fuck when I'm buck
Throw a hundred [?]
When I'm running up with the double barrel pump
Schema shit you know what's up
Knuckle up
Find the bodies in the dump
Put the saved room
I'm a kreepin' for da fun
[Verse 5: DJKillaC]
Rising from the dead taking a blood to the fucking head
As i smoke, running through the cemetery I'm a ghost
[?] around a bunch of demons smokin' holy dope
Oh shit, you better flip the abyss
Got my soul movin' slow, sippin' on ActiVis
It's the schema movement you can't resist
Fucking with a schema n***a
Yeah, its gon' be a risk
Cut your ass up like a snitch junk
N***a I'm a mothafucking lunatic blood
Splattered on the wall, brains
Boutta fall
I stayin at the bout a get low
Bitch