This is a song about "Cabin in the woods"

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

I'm no longer a saint, jeremy shockey for life

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Then leave her dead body in the woods

That's why she's goin' home with me tonight

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

The woods are dark and its a cold, cold night,

And if i want to go outside

Something wicked this way come

The home you have isn't in some cabin

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark