[Verse 1] Washington in the coffin, vampire grin, no sleep Old war scars in the moonlight, blood talk, deep I came out coffin-side, old blood on my coat Fangs in the dark, bitch, I don’t need hope I tax that throat like a tea crate load One bite, one soul, then I ghost through smoke Gold tooth gleam when I talk that shit Chill in the room when the fangs click, bitch Gravel in my laugh, hear the tombstone tone Big dead general, got a whole damn throne. Tonight, I’m taxin’ every porch, every jaw No candy, just panic and fear, that’s the law [Chorus] King wants a tithe Tonight he wants teeth King wants a tithe And the whole room bleeds King wants a tithe Pay up, little bitch King wants a tithe (or he drags you beneath) [Verse 2] Jefferson in a zombie fit, fresh out the dirt I'm rotten, I'm furious, I'm back with the hurt I slide in, ivory grin, ice-cold flex Rot in my skull but Im still blessed Suit too clean for a graveyard wreck Talk like a king while chewing on brains I got land, I got chains, I got more names to claim I stomp through the room like a dead man mad Every sentence a curse and a fist in a bag Cold blue flex with a rotted-lip play Bone-white smile, and I barely blink Talk pretty mean with that dead man stink I don’t blink once, just moan and eat and spit Then I leave your pride and your flesh in a pile of shit They call me Lord of the ledger I tax the porch, I tax the street Countin’ your stash like loot to keep [Chorus] King wants a tithe Tonight he wants teeth King wants a tithe And the whole room bleeds King wants a tithe Pay up, little bitch King wants a tithe (or he drags you beneath) [Verse 3] Hamilton in the ripped-up fur, werewolf on the loose Young knife-tongue, fast hands, no excuse I chew through the beat like a beast in a cage Every bar a claw mark, every breath a rage I got silver in my teeth and a snarl in my chest Run it back, I don't rest, I don't jest I bark at the moon, full of hunger and grit Take your sweets, take your patience, take all your shit Quick-tongue Werewolf with the fever in my jaw Snarl in the breath, all scratch and claws Silver in my smile, but the bite stay mean Leave paw prints red on the streets and in your dream Pay up, bitch, or I'll tear you clean Werewolf grinnin' with sharp ass teeth [Verse 4] Adams come scream-runnin’, demon in a rage Horns in shadow and a knife in the page No wig, no smile, just fire and grit I’ll bark down the door if you talk that shit I kick open hell like a tavern door I wink at the devil, laugh, then call him a 'whore!' If the world wants evil, I bring it in style Then I grin that old grin and stay awhile Horned up, pissed off, loud as fuck Horn tips bent, tongue like a gun, your out of luck Bark through the room like a demon on crack Every damn syllable hits like a backhand slap Fuck your crown, fuck your prayer, fuck your polished lies Im that hell-mouth lawyer with a fire in my eyes Six dead founders back from the grave, its Halloween day Collecting your souls if the Candy tax is not paid [Verse 5] Madison in a skin-walker coat Low voice, close range, bringing that smoke Borrow your laugh, wear your skin Move through the halls like smoke in the wind Whisperin', close like a blade to your ear Skin on skin on skin, and it don’t sound clear I wear your mother’s face, then it slips in time One step, two step, now everything is mine Keep the door shut, baby, keep the candle low I learn your walk, then learn your soul I don’t speak loud, I just lean in close And your own damn voice says, “Candy tax or I take your soul!” [Verse 6] Benjamin wearing that Leatherface apron Hack at the beef, my Chainsaw awaken Pockets full of sweets, your porch light flashin Leatherface grin, slashin' and laughin' Candy tax, I’m at your door Bag full of sins and smoke, I want more Kite in the storm and the blade in the palm Laugh like a saw while I keep it calm Old hair wild and the grin all split Big man stitch with the patriot fit Smell that rain? I bring the flood Make a clean suit soaked in mud Chop through the barn with a butcher-song sway Found a new reason to drag you away Paper in my pocket, teeth in my grin Signed my own name on the skin I’m in Yell in your face, let the rafters shake Candy Tax season, bodies on the plate You better hand over the sweet stuff Or the whole damn block get choked [Chorus] King wants a tithe Tonight he wants teeth King wants a tithe And the whole room bleeds King wants a tithe Pay up, little shit King wants a tithe (or he drags you beneath) [Outro] Candy Tax, bitch No saints, no calm Just a rotten old nation with a blood-stained palm King wants a tithe So we bite back hard King wants a tithe From the grave to the yard Pay up bitch It's sweets or your Soul
