Box Made of Pine

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Wake up in the night, shaking cause you toss and turn Your nose gets the scent something previously had burned The devil now is walking on the motherfucking earth To come and collect what all you have been promising ever since your birth Your everburning soul is the only thing he wants To brutally sacrifice virgins with no remorse is the main reason I brought The meat cleaver nigga, will I do your ass in Call me the accountant, I keep track of your sins The sun's turning red and the sky turns to black You open up your shirt, then feel burns on your back The howls in the night have you scared to be blinking your eyes You try to run and hide but your whole body is now paralyzed The wind chimes sound but the wind's standing still By end of the night best believe it when I say I promise that you will be killed Holy night, silent night, that's when you realize That you betrayed our deal when you lived the Christian life [Chorus] Pulling out the nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind So I make you lie in a box made of pine Pulling out-Pulling out the nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind So I make you lie in a box made of pine Pulling-Pulling out the nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind So I-So I make you lie in a box made of pine Pulling out the nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind So I make you lie in a box made of pine [Verse 2] I come in the night with the sound of the horn [I built fulla cord where your mourned body'd torn?] I walk through the hall, drag my blades on the wall You pick up the phone, but there's no dial tone and you wonder why you cannot call And all you hear is laugh on the other fucking end Then a voice on the phone says "It begins" Your heart beating fast as you know I am close You're praying and saying "Oh Jesus, don't let that be Evil Pimp, must be a ghost" You pick up the Bible, but the book burns your hands It lights up in flame then it turns into sand The motherfucking man has a motherfucking plan To come and grab your soul, take it right down to the land of the damned You got some fuckin ana, better get it off your mind This kill isn't personal, [bust the edge off with some time?] The evil pimp is lying, goddamn right, I hate your kind That's why I had to lay you in a box made of pine [Chorus] Pulling out the nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind So I make you lie in a box made of pine Pulling out the nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind So I make you lie in a box made of pine Pulling out the nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind So I make you lie in a box made of pine Pulling out-Pulling out the nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind So I make you lie in a box made of pine Pulling-Pulling out the nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind So I make you lie in a box made of pine Pulling out the nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind So I make you lie in a box made of pine Pulling out the nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind So I-So I make you lie in a box made of pine Pulling out the nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind So I make you lie in a box made of pine Pulling out the nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind So I make you lie in a box made of pine Pulling out the nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind So I make you lie in a box made of pine Pulling out the nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind So I-So I make you lie in a box made of pine Pulling out the nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind So I make you lie in a box made of pine