I see dead people

[Intro] (Sound FX: Swamp crickets, heavy breathing, lighter flick, exhale) (Deep demonic voice - Mumbled) Mud in my lungs... Dirt in my nails... Let's go. [Verse 1] (Flow: Slow, Low Pitch, Monotone, Gritty) Crawling out the gutter, lips begin to stutter Mind is like butter, meltin' underneath the shutter Grip the box cutter, mothafucka, ain't no other Smother the cover, I don't love her, I don't trust her! Pop a percy, lord have mercy, bitch I’m thirsty Wearing the jersey, number 59, curse me Vision is blurry, ain't in no hurry, bury the fury I am the judge and the executioner and jury! Woke up in the trash, stomach full of ash and glass Counting up the cash, hoping that the feeling pass Snake in the grass, venom in the flask, wear the mask Empty the clip, yeah, that’s the only fucking task! [Chorus] (Flow: Laidback, Hypnotic, Cold, Druggy) Six feet deep, but I ain't getting sleep Counting dead sheep, secrets that I keep I’m sinking in the mud, sipping on the blood Waiting for the flood, yeah, I’m waiting for the thud (Yeah, I'm waiting for it...) Eyes rolled back, fading into black Heart attack, panic in the sack Digging up the grave, nothing left to save Behave like a slave, drowning in the wave [Break] (Beat switches: Aggressive snare roll) (Sound FX: Shotgun cocking) [Verse 2] (Flow: High Pitch, Fast Triplets, Chaotic) Okay, levitating off the medication, dedication to the segregation Isolation is the motivation, fuck the population! Hesitation? Never had it, I’m a savage, wreak havoc Automatic semi-static, looking problematic in the attic! Addict with a habit, chasing down the rabbit, grab it and stab it Drag it to the fabric, make it look magic, fucking tragic! Toxic waste, got a bitter taste, pick up the pace Erase the face, leave without a trace, disgrace the case! Paranoid, into the void, destroyed, unemployed Playing with death like it’s a motherfucking toy! Check the pulse, nothing but repulse, convulse Result of the cult, throw me in the vault! [Chorus] (Flow: Laidback, Hypnotic, Cold, Druggy) Six feet deep, but I ain't getting sleep Counting dead sheep, secrets that I keep I’m sinking in the mud, sipping on the blood Waiting for the flood, yeah, I’m waiting for the thud (Yeah, I'm waiting for it...) Eyes rolled back, fading into black Heart attack, panic in the sack Digging up the grave, nothing left to save Behave like a slave, drowning in the wave [Outro] (Beat distorts, pitch drops low - Screwed style) Drowning in the wave... Nothing left to save... (Sound FX: Water splashing, chains dragging) (Silence)