Body snatcher

Body (body) snatcher (snatcher) coming out the grave I've got the flames I brought it back yah Body (body) snatcher (snatcher) coming out the grave I've got the flames I brought it back yah Body (body) snatcher (snatcher) coming out the grave I've got the flames I brought it back yah Body (body) snatcher (snatcher) coming out the grave I've got the flames I brought it back yah You better keep an eye out, for me, like you're a pirate, I'm very violent i tend to spiral and lose my mind so I should be filed up in an asylum I'm getting riled up so if we fight I will smile when I fucken light you up like a fire grill and watch you die slow like it's a virus I'm sick and tired this is the final rhyme shesh But now I'm on a vicodin, my loaded rifle is gonna bite you hoes a spider or a tiger or a lion a crocodile and my style is going for your spinal like a podiatrist, getting high on the no fly list Lost my mind so i probably might stick a pocket knife in the bottom right of your fucken eye socket stuck inside cut and slice