Verse 1:
Abbadon, Corlenutus, and Ali Baba//
Tic Toc, I'm blowing um up like uni bombers//
Ghosts summon it with wiccan mantra//
They want the monster, damballah, I'm quick to run up on ya//
With the hatchets, chainsaws and automatics//
Ain't talking static, my dick gets hard at the thought of madness//
Fuck the baggage, I'm leaving they bodies tossed in attacks//
Ain't one for braggin, but when its murder, I'm awesome at it//
It's not sporadic, i treat everyday like it's the purge//
Handing out pipe bombs, give um to him and her//
Even one for my mother, that's what the bitch deserves//
The holy shepherd think jesus sent me to thin the heard//
I been for sure, i cut out my tongue cause mums the word//
Now grab a shovel and dig me up dog I'm under hurr//
Which is ironic cause spirits hover above the earth//
Destroyed my home planet that's why I've come to yours//

Chorus 2x:
You wanna play a game?//
DAMBALLAH//
It only takes 3 times//
DAMBALLAH//
Just say his name//
DAMBALLAH//
and everybody dies//
DAMBALLAH//

Verse 2:
I bend minds up, I'm haunting the kids at bedtime//
The headlines read six shot and dead nine//
Or nine dead, shallow graves is where they find them//
High Chem, rusty hurst is what i ride in//
There's blood pouring out the trunk while I'm driving//
No tires on the bitch, rims just grindin'//
Like the clipse, i'll kill your wife and kids//
Go head and tell me again that you don't like my shit//
Say it again, and watch what the fuck happens//
Action, bout to take it way beyond rapping//
Dead body snatching, cut your ass in half with//
Axes, leave the pieces latched in a casket//
Fasten your seatbelt//
Better call up on your god bitch you gon need help//
Everywhere i walk around i always breed hell and a weed smell//
Certified merchant of death, selling it retail//

Chorus 2x:
You wanna play a game?//
DAMBALLAH//
It only takes 3 times//
DAMBALLAH//
Just say his name//
DAMBALLAH//
and everybody dies//
DAMBALLAH//