4 in da morn its the witching hour
Meet me in the woods be my ritual
I been readin grimoires
Walk up on us, we gon skin you whole
Witching hour
Witching hour
4 in da morn it’s the witching hour
Witching hour
Witching hour
Come up in my woods, we gon skin you whole

Walk up in my woods, now the trees scowll
Stick my knife and dick in your bitch mouff
No state trooper will ever find you
Where the hoes at I’ll skin em alive
Bitch I'm mean as fuck like a chow chow
Tear you apart blood eaglee
Scary bloody nite, crucifixion
Its the haunted mound, till I'm in the ground

Come with me to hell, mother fuck some God believers
I keep murder tools to kill a God damn nazi
Ion like living but I still go harder then you
4 in the morn it’s a haunted mound ritual
Headless horseman in the cancer smoke I'm blowin
You know I'ma dog but I’ll do ya old yeller
People always say one day I’ll repent
Isay when the sky turn red and earth burn to nothin, grave man