black suit, black tie, dressed for dinner
he never late, on time, like a wizard
don't know his name, he's a ghost faced killa
36 chambers with his finga on each trigga
he'll spirit you away, you won't see another day
and he's got everything he needs to make you wish you had to pay
he don't care about the cash he wont take your black card
the only liquid he wants he'll withdraw from your heart
as he starts, you'll feel a shift
a shadow creeps, taste yourself on your lips
as you fall to your end you realize you can't beg
cause your dead

but as he comes, you wont ever get to see em
power glitch, frame rate skip, alarm beepin
time slows to halt, see him creepin
past the event horizon, no way you'll be leavin
he's got no mouth, and he's got no eyes
and the bass from his gun will rattle stars out the sky
his arms too long, and his chest too wide
defies all reason becuase logic don't decide
the way he works his mind, doesn't need to ask why
doesn't need to have end, just the means to provide
all the sharps and flats to strike the dissonance inside
that makes you hide from the help when you think your gonna die
they told it was fine, called you crazy, they all lied
soon as you healed up, he came back to pick a fight
never turn off the light, you knew you were always right
there was always a good reason why you didn't sleep at night

where's he come from? what sort of place?
is it from god? or outer space?
is it on purpose? or a mistake?
is that a mask? is that his face?

lays you down, he'll let you see
look on your face, it couldn't be
it's so hard to believe, last words "that's me"
that's you