Songtexte Hail To the King - Johnny Cashed

What if one day I stopped and took
A page and ripped it from a book
Rolled a joint from out that bitch but it's coming with a hook

It's the necranomica

That's right the book of the dead
Take one puff off this shit
The Demons deep in ya head
Your having haunts and you freak
Swear you can't even sleep
Want to call a couple homies
But you can't even speak
Feels like no air in the lungs
But you spit hexes in tongues
Like a ghoul is sitting on your brain controlling ya gums
Throwing up blood on the lawn
Bound by the unholiest spawn
It's never over cause it promised
Your life be over by dawn
Smoked from the book and that's wrong
Curses coming in raw
Have me spitting wearing chains from off my chainsaw
I'm fuckin sick
Microphone attached to boom stick
Strait up splatter through the beast
While I grab my pickle rick
I hope these demons try and sue me
Since this sounds just like a movie
Cause in the end I got my crown and I'm still saying "groovy"