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Every three years, an ancient ritual takes place here
Every three years, an ancient ritual takes place here
I communicate with the dead through seven LCD screens
All programmed to channel 13
They conversate and have a laugh and tell a joke or two
You probably think I'm out my skull, but that shit is all true
Me and my brother got a hundred fifty reasons or more
Why they live inside the walls and hide under the floor
They haven't walked into the light or the dark
And even though there's no life in that body
There's a pulse where that heart used to be
That's called kinetic energy
Where there's a will to survive, there is a will to be
An angry entity lives here now
And he's more pissed on how things turned out
He got a deep rooted anger that lingers like a foul stench
An eternal thirst that'll never be quenched
So pack your bags if you just moved in
'Cause there's no tellin' the things that he's capable of doin'
There's a dark spirit livin' in your house with you
So here's a quick list of things you gon' need to do
Get the fuck out, duck, rap, shit, just hit the door
Get the fuck out, don't even mind the blood that's on the floor
There's a dark spirit livin' in your house with you
So here's a quick list of things you gon' need to do
Get the fuck out, now he gon' try to trick you to stay
Get the fuck out, don't look back, just run the fuck away
I'm sittin' watchin' TV and my lights go out
So now I'm sittin' in the dark like, what the fuck's this all about?
And I swear I heard somebody walkin' in my hallway
So I turn and look and I see somethin' just fade away
I run and grab a radio, push record and play
And I just kept quiet and parlayed
If you got somethin' to say, you gotta
Say it now and here's your chance
It started as a whisper and slowly became enhanced
To a bloodcurdlin' scream
He said if I don't go, he'll come and
Get me and he'll never let me leave
I'm not a skeptic, the message was intercepted
By my radio tellin' me to leave or I'll regret it
I got the fuck out quicker than jailbirds
That got an early release, a credit for havin' some time served
There's a "Real Estate for Sale" sign on my lawn
And no one even knows that I'm gone
There's a dark spirit livin' in your house with you
So here's a quick list of things you gon' need to do
Get the fuck out, duck, rap, shit, just hit the door
Get the fuck out, don't even mind the blood that's on the floor
There's a dark spirit livin' in your house with you
So here's a quick list of things you gon' need to do
Get the fuck out, now he gon' try to trick you to stay
Get the fuck out, don't look back, just run the fuck away
See, Madrox tunes into channel 13
But I prefer number 17, know what I mean?
Probably not, but I can see some poltergeist shit
They're here, I can't get enough of it
See, this house is plagued with demons and so forth
They even got statues on the front porch
But I'll fuck around and just sit there and pet them boys
People seem hokey, but I see the real McCoys (Homeboy)
When you see a ball rollin' down the stairs
Get ready to change the fuck up out them underwear
'Cause these spirits, they don't play
These demons are spirits, spirits are demons, they're homies
And if you ain't passed or connected to the afterworld
You'll be runnin' out this house like a little girl
So when you hear, "Get the fuck out"
There'll be a "For Sale" sign without a doubt
There's a dark spirit livin' in your house with you
So here's a quick list of things you gon' need to do
Get the fuck out, duck, rap, shit, just hit the door
Get the fuck out, don't even mind the blood that's on the floor
There's a dark spirit livin' in your house with you
So here's a quick list of things you gon' need to do
Get the fuck out, now he gon' try to trick you to stay
Get the fuck out, don't look back, just run the fuck away
Written by: Jamie Spaniolo, Paul Methric

