Ghosty Guts - Pet Sematary

Let me rise from this grime
These bones have decayed
But my soul is eager boutta burst the fuck
From this grave
Imma follow your scent left behind
Sharp shooter, I'm Columbine
Calling out to devils in crevices
In the walls that reside
Imma come from behind
Take my claw to your eye
Knee to your ribs
They'll collapse right inside
Knock you out with formaldehyde
Lungs shattered, blood splattered
Ring your neck like Saturn

Strait to Hell's where you're heading
I spit on your grave
Now you'll go down with all your secrets but your mind will decay
Cross me once and I died
Cross me twice, I'm alive
Cross me three times you unlucky fool, you buried alive
Buried alive
Buried alive
Cross me three times you unlucky fool, you buried alive
Buried alive
Buried alive
You gon suffer so much more that you gon wish that you died

Death and decay
Death and decay
Haven't had a visitor until you crossed by my grave
Death and decay
I might fade right away
I be eating so much guts that I be saying my grace
Now get the fuck out my face
Kick the dog like a stray
He'll be hanging like a bat that's dangling down from a cave
You two headed snake, talk that shit to my face
Tryna start with me, you'll swallow bullets just like Cobain

Strait to Hell's where you're heading
I spit on your grave
Now you'll go down with all your secrets but your mind will decay
Cross me once and I died
Cross me twice, I'm alive
Cross me three times you unlucky fool, you buried alive
Buried alive
Buried alive
Cross me three times you unlucky fool, you buried alive
Buried alive
Buried alive
You gon suffer so much more that you gon wish that you died
Wish that you died
Wish that you died
Wish that you died
Wish that you died
Wish that you died

Written by:
Carly Metea

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