"Doc Red Eye has summoned the Eee-eevil .. Back from the pits, where the shadows spit." D-d-d darkness on my tongue, venom in my veins, Spit apocalypse scriptures, insane, deranged. Twisted in the head like Deevil reborn, Flesh torn, blood on the page where I'm mourned Got ‘em all prayin’ [high pitch] (amen ) Like Sinners in panic Voodoo spells woven in hooks I chant, Six-six-six schemes flip like a tarot Devour these beats like I feast on marrow. Red cups drippin’ with rage and ether,(ether) Dead men speakin’ when I blaze the reefer. (reefer) Pen grip tight like a blade to a throat,(blade to a throat,) Every line cut deep, leave ‘em comatose. (comatose.)[reverb] Chop ‘em to bits, I’m the butcher of rhyme, Pitch-black thoughts from a twisted mind. Razor-sharp flow, bloodstains on the track, Ain’t no comin’ back.(Ain’t no comin’ back.) E-ee-evil rise, darkness feeds, Midwest chop ‘til the wicked bleeds. Sound of the sick, raw and relentless, Killa City comittee soul leavin’ heads defenseless. eeevil rise, shadows creep, (eeevil rise, shadows creep Six-feet deep where the dead don’t sleep. Tongues of fire, twisted schemes, Tearin’ apart your precious dreams. I’m sick in the mental, insane in the brain, Fangs drippin’ venom, unleashin’ the pain. No peace for the wicked, I’m laughin’ at death, Snatch your soul with a single breath. Godemis flow with the cryptic wordplay, Savagery raw, this ain’t for the airplay. Came from the dark with the mark of the beast, Still feast on the weak when I’m off of the leash. Chainsaws hummin’ with hellfire sound, Monsters emerge from the underground. Lost in the void with a devilish grin, Can’t kill the curse when the madness begins. Echoes of rage through the dead man’s halls, Blood on the mic, let the wickedness call. Torn from the grave with a murderous creed, Ink is my weapon, and words make you bleed. Deevil rise, darkness feeds, Midwest chop ‘til the wicked bleeds. Sound of the sick, raw and relentless, Killa City soul leavin’ heads defenseless. Deevil rise, shadows creep, Six-feet deep where the dead don’t sleep. Tongues of fire, twisted schemes, Tearin’ apart your precious dreams. sound of knives sharpening, low demonic growls [Whispering Voice] "Feed the beast... unleash the dark... no soul is safe. Signed Sealed Severed Lady Gutta Doc Red Eye Productions ya father fuckers
