This is a song about "Dancing with the dead"

Nothing left to feel just despair your serial dancing with a devil

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

Fuck around with me you just get dead

I don't want you to have my permit yet

I tears apart your dead corpse, then id burn the body with a torch,

You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch

Like night of the living dead

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

There's a kid on the path, and she's laughing n' dancing

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

And please never disrespect my set

Back from the motherfucking dead

Not a click i click with the bitch clicks me left me with my dead trees wilted new industry

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see