[Verse 1: Rich Maiden]
Code of the Coven demanded us
Summoned unto this land of disgust
If you dare try to run up on us
Imma fuck around and (bring him out dead)
Some of them kids never got it, nah
Ain’t with that lame shit like gratata
AK to your face now you’ve seen it all
Reaper coming to introduce you to god

Some of this shit never sets in
Some of them bridges gonna burn down
Better pray for an escape or you’ll never make it
But it’s too late to stop now
Coven kid bitch
Blood drive on my wrist
These curtains bout to drop down
Cloven the foot
Imma fly away on my broomstick to a place i won’t be found

I can feel this pressure building up, i see
Now i see what you wanted all along from me
Can’t dream
Can’t drop down now
How the fuck do you live with yourself?
Never underestimate the motherfucking snakes in the garden
Never understood the gossiping i’m sorry
Swerving in a motherfuckin hooptie but it feels like a ferrari
Sipping on this acid like it was bacardi
Got a feeling that i’m bout to catch a body
Got a warrant out for me
The maiden sipping on a 40
Just drowning liver with the double malt liquor motherfucka
Raise the pistols
This a suicide party

[Verse 2: Eidolon]
We been cast out of the populous
Turned from the light to the oculus
Wrist to the knife with the sloppy cuts
Summon the Coven and (bring him out dead)
I could care less bout your melanin
None of you bitches is relevant
Coven the clique best remember it
Losing my shit won't you (bring him out dead)
Cus I've been locked down by these chains
Burnin in turn with the flames
Split from the cave found my lane and I'm making a name as I (bring him out dead)
The eloquent loss of all betterment
Sorry ma but I can never stay selebate
Eidolon masterin ways of the rhetoric
Eidolon mastering ways of dismemberment
Bodies of pussies are festerin
End of an era I know
Bloody my ballista
Kevin McAllister
Home alone talkin to ghosts
I don't know what you want from me
Trade my soul for fame and money
Scorched the land of milk and honey
Burn the pages still be something

All my life I could give a fuck
Now I'm getting what I want
You trapped inside our cobra clutch
The covens got the serpents touch
So get with the vibe and the poetry
We'll be here spitting in spite of the nose bleed
You in the presence of the reaper the fear it has beat ya while grippin ya rosary

[Verse 3: SNXP]
Burn from the pain i can’t think
Making my moves that i’m gonna do quick
Never knew it could turn to this
Throw a fit while the burner lit
Don’t give shit about no running mate
I ought a break his legs so running late
I might drop a hand grenade
In the middle of a meditate
Met up the realest renegade bitch you know
Bring the heat when it’s cold
We gonna make ya’ll fold
Hear my name and gon hit the floor
Fuck out my face bitch
All you do is lane switch
Creeping in the cut you knowing it’s going up it’s Coven we the same kids