The mutation from nothing to a superior being
This is a secret place that only few people know of to get my music, onn here im still known as GHOST.
Story behind the song
i cant write mainstream genre songs... horrorcore is the ONLY thing that fits me, and this song shows that i have to realize that... "Finally realize, we'll always have the juggalos, ill never give antoher second, to the muther HOES!" -Violent J-
Lyrics
hello my fellow my friends, they call me mammon,
son of satan, destroyer of life, a hellspawn,
i dont know wut iv been doin for these years,
prolly waiting in the darkness, to bloody ur ears,
so come 1 come all, fly outta the shadows yall,
its time to rise,
the beasts force the feeders to fall,
and that isn't all,
we've grown with power over the years,
aside from the blood and tears,
we switched a few minor gears
put ur fists in the air, catalyst in fright
as we force ourselves from darkness into the light,
the rivers flow thick with the blood of our goddess
to be truthfully honest, the creatures dont wanna haunt us,
we scary as fuck we be killin mockingbirds,
eat the meat, take the feathers and replace'em with fir,
creating mutated monsters to fight in our army,
so dont even pretend when u offend us on something,
CHORUS:
WATCH... ME... CHAAAAAAANGE....
BLOOD... FLESH... BRAAAAIIIIINS...
WE... ARE... NOOOOOOOOOOONE...
WE... HATE... EVERYOOOOONE!...
verse 2
so the perfect description of this magical place,
is where the darkness prevails, in the water of crystal lake,
and we havent been back in months to check on the bodies,
damn so many bodies, bloodied alot of buddys,
fun n games its in the brain, call it insane?
call it fucked up in the head, man quite playin',
there aint nuttin wrong wit being a little fucked,
and there aint nuttin wrong when ur getting ur dick sucked,
so i guess this is what im sayin, u better just start prayin,
as we fixin to possess the power of the rain and,
mutate its chemicals into a powerful substance,
and melt the flesh of those who try and confront us...
and we're left with nothing but ourselves and our bros,
who will jam road spikes through the top of ur skull,
anything goes... in this war of godsends,
ahem, bitches, a hatchet to ur noggin
CHORUS:
WATCH... ME... CHAAAAAAANGE....
BLOOD... FLESH... BRAAAAIIIIINS...
WE... ARE... NOOOOOOOOOOONE...
WE... HATE... EVERYOOOOONE!...
