Chosen Ones (feat. Baker Ya Maker)

What the fuck do you know about the camp?
I'm drilling many holes in your brain like a champ
I need to take a step back from all the fucking mess
To waste them and the participants level of stress
You are next, I'm sadistic, mystic
Put you on a motherfucking hitlist
Feel this phonk shit
Breaking everybody, never been a punk bitch
This time I'll leave you dead in the night
Concrete feet, not a bullet or a knife
My fleet is elite, bringing all the heat
Take it to the place where the demons gon' feast

See the fall of the light
In the midst of cryptic sight
Night breed, I am the chosen
Looking for some flesh to fry
Save your brazen words, that stalking
Ain't no hope for evil woken
With the rage that's been provoked
That makes me breast, display the throat
Hold your tongue, young man
In the presence of the higher
Call me sire, eyes of fire
South of Heaven, my empire
Every day, my horns grow
Puts a grin upon my face
Nothing better in this world
Than facing death to get a taste