Turn the Volume Up (Alastor) (feat. McGwire)

I swear, I testify It's not all just black and white I'll find a better life, just give the hand a shake You hate me, get in line We're braced for better times Just keep your head up high and get up out my way Yeah, mic's on, one-two and the check's done Showtime, ain't no need for a test run New coat, new stains, and some fresh blood Birds of a flock, they go mad for the breadcrumbs Our poison's poured 'til we get drunk Gon' learn when the chains on their neck from Bring the bloodshed back like it's redrum Radio static, that's a tune that the dead hum They all loving me, tuning in to my messages Phasing them out like doublespeak, misremember their etiquette Deal in souls like it's currency, I'm removing the pleasantries Listening to the summaries, and learning who the Devil is You don't wanna bet on it Leaving husks of men until the hope inside is derelict Turning up the volume, so the sound you hear is deafening Knock-knock-knock, when you hear 'em, then you let him in Hide another skeleton, my closet's getting larger Listen to the audience, they're canning all the laughter Son another heretic, so listen to your father Way I move like Reddit, I'm delivering 'em karma I'm not a saint or a martyr, pray to your masters Question my role, and then gave them the answer They're not the snakes that I'm after Broadcast their Hell and then asked them to rate the disaster I swear, I testify It's not all just black and white I'll find a better life Just give the hand a shake Hate me, just get in line We're braced for better times Just keep your head up high And get up out my way They all wanna hit of your pain Broadcast in a stereo haze Cry out if you're gettin' afraid Turn the volume up Hell-fire isn't really just flames Right now it's a city of stains All primed for it being my stage Turn the volume up Yeah, OG don't dabble in bootlegs I mean my waves gon' carry the tune best They be so scared, they having to choose death Can't make a change, not cracking a few heads, ay Red and black, I leave it like roulette, a-ay On the track, but never a duet, a-ay Out my bag, a devil in new threads I go ghost every note like, "What will he do next?" Uh, I'ma make them shake like a tremolo Put them in the grave by the second note Do it every day, every episode Keep on going up like a shephard's tone I be loving modal when I set the tone Encore, encore, I'm the best in show Sign off and I left a note See the dead men hang like a telephone I swear, I testify It's not all just black and white I'll find a better life Just give the hand a shake Hate me, just get in line We're braced for better times Just keep your head up high And get up out my way They all wanna hit of your pain Broadcast in a stereo haze Cry out if you're getting afraid Turn the volume up Hellfire isn't really just flames Right now it's a city of stains All primed for it being my stage Turn the volume up