Kingston Chainska Masskacre Lyrics

Blue Mountain red eye

We gotta stop the Graveyard Guys

Pen a cursed verse and sing

The evils of the bong you bring

In the pouring rain on a country rain

Was a hiker hitching rides

So we put him in the back of the hearse for a snack

But he had a surprise....

He pulled out a spliff and took a big whiff

Of that poisonous potpourri

We abandoned his ass and then ran out of gas

On the way to studio 13

But we found a haunted shack BBQing people meat out back

So we ordered up a feast. We're eating meat of the deceased

We were drugged and woke up

In a house full of psychos

Skankin to the riddim of the chainska

Think they're gonna hack my limbs off

Maniac rudeboy shows up in a 3 piece skin suit

Skin mask, checkerboard skin shoes.

NOW THE MASSACRE WILL BEGIN

(murder sounds)

Hanging in a shanty shack

With a hook dug in my back

Among the stalks of ganja weed

Cursed duppy leaf

Gotta get out. Gotta get down

And get goin to the Graveyard Guys

But a killer with a chainsaw, hemp leather scofflaw,

Sentenced us die.

Dancing and chanting, they're skanking while they're planting

Blood for the crops to grow. I'm on the chopping block for 'dro.

Smelling gas then a guy in a mask bashed in my fucking skull

But in my head was a spider web! The undead can't be culled.

I bit through my chains with my monsterous fangs

And then I began to flee

Through their sickening crop. For a moment I thought

I saw GRAVEBONES running after me.

In the light of the full moon

Like a dimly lit court room

I can see the glowing eyes

Of the fucked up Graveyard Guys

We were drugged and woke up

In a house full of psychos

Skankin to the riddim of the chainska

Think they're gonna hack my limbs off

Maniac rudeboy shows up in a 3 piece skin suit

Skin mask, checkerboard skin shoes.

Leather face made of hemp!