God Is Dead by GRAVECHILL Lyrics

[Intro]
Demoniacal creatures with huge canine teeth
Who bite deeply into the necks of their victims
They thrive and gorge on blood, warm human blood

[Chorus]
[?]
[?] brain-dead slow
Call me negro
I'm talking run your ass like the last [?]
I'm boutta set the tone low for the silent creepin'
No time to [?]
[?]
[?] call me brain-dead
[?]
And before you know
It's gonna be some shit
One, two, three, I [?] bust into the scene
[?]
They try to run, but they cannot run these [?]
[Chorus]
[?]
[?] brain-dead slow
Call me negro
I'm talking run your ass like the last [?]
I'm boutta sеt the tone low for the silеnt creepin'
No time to [?]
[?]
[?] call me brain-dead
[?]
And before you know
It's gonna be some shit
One, two, three, I [?] bust into the scene
[?]
They try to run, but they cannot run these [?]