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