Lyrics Hack Slash - Ghostemane, Getter

Hack Slash

Never need a MAC, black trench on my back
Nails black like a young Wil Francis' pants
With a Deicide patch
Kerosene in my hand
And a Zippo for the motherfuckers hiding behind the net
Don’t play victim, I’m the one who never got away from the pain
Tried to pray, but God is on a holiday
I’m hacking and slashing you bitches
Took a sip of cyanide, but I’m living
Damn
What will it take to get rid of me?
When I die, don’t pretend you a friend of me, yah
I’m hacking and slashing you bitches
Took a sip of cyanide but I’m living
Damn
What will it take to get rid of me, yah?
What will it take to get rid of me?
Hacking 'em, slashing 'em
Hacking 'em, slashing 'em
Hacking 'em, slashing 'em
Hacking 'em, slashing 'em
I’m hacking and slashing you bitches
I turned my bitch into a witch and I’m
Hacking 'em, slashing 'em
Hacking 'em, slashing 'em