Angelmakers (feat. Turnabout)

They like, "Grave Man, why you always so damn mean?" I'm a hauntaholic, bitch, what you want from me? Jump out the whip, go hard, what the fuck you mean? I'm a vessel for the burning hate inside of me Black Hauntaholics, laughing all the way to hell (hahaha) Yeah Go, go Got Turn with me, yeah, yeah Gonerville Big iron on my hip, I'll see you in the whip, I'll make you angel On my left and my right and my side, some motherfuckin' angel maker Smokin' on cancer, smokin' on your ashes Gettin' fucked up in the graveyard I don't wanna live forever so try me, boy, probably meet your maker Big iron on my hip, I'll see you in the whip, I'll make you angel On my left and my right and my side, some motherfuckin' angel maker Smokin' on cancer, smokin' on your ashes Gettin' fucked up in the graveyard I don't wanna live forever, so try me, boy Probably meet your maker They like, "Grave Man, why you always so damn mean?" I'm a hauntaholic, bitch, what you want from me? Talm' 'bout we don't go hard, what the fuck you mean? I'm a vessel for the burning hate inside of me Black angels of the night, high off all the drugs Pop your ass like Elmer Fudd, laugh like Donald Duck Eating Oxy like a grandma with a busted lung Me and Turn some angel makers, blow you to kingdom come They makin' me clean my cutter It's too many lives, it's too many runnin' Grave man pass me the necronomicon and told me that It's time to punch in Crawling out the cracks of your walls, boy While you're sleeping, you gon' hear something Angelmaker, made for making souls and gutting and gutting and gutting Loading up the angelmaker with hollow tips dipped in that ricin If the bullets don't do they job right, the poison leave you lifeless He shorted my bread, so I shorted his life Why should I settle for less? (for less) Chest that say till death, I'm finna paint your house red I summoned steak up on my plate like I was at Peter Luger I put a hundred rounds of nine mil lugers inside my Ruger I take his body parts, I chop 'em up, stash 'em in the cooler I'm rockin' gen 1 Alabaster, I said fuck a Frank Muller Angelmaker in my holster, vector mag make your brain splat Stepping out my crib, one-ten degrees, I'm rockin' that all black Smokin', burnin' the cigarettes, smoke dust all up in my pack Scratch the number off my angelmaker Got a shell catcher, now you in the past Big iron on my hip, I'll see you in the whip, I'll make you an angel On my left and my right and my side, some motherfuckin' angel maker Smokin' on cancer, smokin' on your ashes Gettin' fucked up in the graveyard I don't wanna live forever so try me, boy, probably meet your maker Big iron on my hip, I'll see you in the whip, I'll make you angel On my left and my right and my side, some motherfuckin' angel maker Smokin' on cancer, smokin' on your ashes Gettin' fucked up in the graveyard I don't wanna live forever so try me, boy, probably meet your maker (So try me, boy) Go, go, yeah, yeah Turn up Hauntaholics Real haunted mound