47 Hours Lyrics

Take a thousand razor blades and press em in they flesh

Drag em by the skull and in the dungeon nothing left

Thirty deadly hours and I still ain't getting rest

Take my pitchfork out the fire soak it in they chest

Slow mo is the dialogue, hear it in your conscious

As your body tries to fight it off

Up in the air with some thunder throwing lightning rods

Set eternal fire on this land might be through it all

At the end of the night, such a scary fucking sight

Yung Euphoria is marching through the village with a scythe

Anytime, anyplace, tend to rip off all the face

Then I wear it as a mask as we burying your grave

One time then we set it off

All my bros ballistic with the warfare got them spirit bombs

Drop it on they ass then we blow like a molotov

I can hear the demons call my name but we don't talk at all