| Always uninvited | 
| fuck off | 
| unrespected, sometimes he creeps other times he’s expected | 
| He hangs out in bad neighborhoods up at thy park | 
| he will strike in broad day light but prefers thy dark | 
| Three little kids caught inside a burning home | 
| he’ll just sit there and wait for 'em | 
| leave 'em alone! | 
| As sure as we’re alive today and death is inveitable | 
| he’s waitin’there watching through the eyes of a crow | 
| fo’sho' | 
| I know | 
| yo Death is always a shitty time | 
| Don’t bother trying to run and hide | 
| Take his hand cross to thy other side (Step to the other side) | 
| Freeway intersections when thy bars close, he loves 'em | 
| Bluew out traffic lights? | 
| He hovers above him | 
| And he loves thy motherfuck out of crackheads and heroin | 
| rehab centers and caring mothers always scaring him | 
| Sharing them needles? | 
| He encourages and raw sex? | 
| They got him working and steady collecting soul checks | 
| Then again | 
| What? | 
| Nine times out of ten, I wish he’s take me Instead of some of these poor children we see | 
| I’m sayin | 
| Skwo | 
| What | 
| Death is always a shitty time No where to run | 
| Don’t bother trying to run and hide No where to hide | 
| Take his hand cross to thy other side | 
| Step to thy other side! | 
| (Step to the other side) | 
| He remainds nameless but we call him thy Wraith | 
| He is thy 6th Jokers Card of thy Dark Carnival faith | 
| That’s it, now your clock is ticking, every second counts | 
| and everyhting you do that right or wrong, it all amounts | 
| And whether you going to heaven or hell | 
| he doesn’t care | 
| he’s only here to give you thy death touch | 
| and send you there | 
| Most people fear him | 
| because they don’t understand | 
| that once he finally touches you with death eternity can begin | 
| That’s what thy fuck I’m talkin’about | 
| Lotus | 
| What | 
| Mother fuck | 
| yea yeah | 
| Woop Woop | 
| Hoe | 
| Death is always a shitty time No where to run | 
| Don’t bother trying to run and hide No where to hide | 
| Take his hand cross to thy other side | 
| Step to thy other side! | 
| (Step to the other side) |