Hack Slash - Ghostemane, Getter

Never need a MAC, black trench on my back

Nails black like a young Wil Francis' pants

With a Deicide patch

Kerosene in my hand

And a Zippo for the motherfuckers hiding behind the net

Don’t play victim, I’m the one who never got away from the pain

Tried to pray, but God is on a holiday

I’m hacking and slashing you bitches

Took a sip of cyanide, but I’m living

Damn

What will it take to get rid of me?

When I die, don’t pretend you a friend of me, yah

I’m hacking and slashing you bitches

Took a sip of cyanide but I’m living

Damn

What will it take to get rid of me, yah?

What will it take to get rid of me?

Hacking 'em, slashing 'em

Hacking 'em, slashing 'em

Hacking 'em, slashing 'em

Hacking 'em, slashing 'em

I’m hacking and slashing you bitches

I turned my bitch into a witch and I’m

Hacking 'em, slashing 'em

Hacking 'em, slashing 'em