Lyrics

(Intro - Screamo)
FUCK YOU, WE RISE FROM THE DEAD!!
HIGH AS FUCK, WITH GHOST BITCHES GIVIN’ HEAD!!
BONES OUT, DICKS OUT, FUCKIN’ SPIRITS TONIGHT!!
SKULLY CREW, MOTHERFUCKER, WE LIVE FOR THE FIGHT!!

(Verse 1 - Trap Flow)
We the fuckin’ Skully Crew, spirits ridin’ all night
Simon tried to roll with us, but he ain’t built for this life
Snortin’ coke off a ghost bitch’s ass crack
She said “You got more?”, I said, “Bitch, we don’t lack!”

Ridin’ high, bones clappin’, Simon fucked a ghost hoe
We laughed our asses off, like, “Bitch, you too slow!”
Snortin’ ashes, poppin’ pills, we fuck the dead fast
Simon’s bones too weak, man, he ain’t gonna last!

Pop a pill, fuck a ghost, call it spirit sex
Simon’s gettin’ left behind, too soft, what’s next?
We drugged out, fucked up, screamin’ in the grave
Skully Crew wild as shit, man, we born to misbehave

(Chorus - Screamo)
FUCKIN’ GHOSTS, SNORTIN’ LINES!!
SIMON CAN’T KEEP UP WITH OUR FUCKIN’ CRIMES!!
WE BONED, WE FUCKIN’ INSANE AS HELL!!
SKULLY CREW, MOTHERFUCKER, SOUND THE BELL!!

(Verse 2 - Trap Flow)
Simon tried to fuck a ghost, couldn’t handle her spirit
She said, “What’s that little dick? Boy, you nowhere near it!”
Meanwhile, we ridin’ bitches, takin’ drugs by the load
Simon sittin’ there, cryin’, while we fuck on the road

We sippin’ demon blood, takin’ hits off the dead
Simon said “I need a break,” I said, “Bitch, give me head!”
Snortin’ dust from the graves, laughin’ at his pain
Ghost whores ridin’ our bones, drivin’ Simon insane

Pop a molly, fuck a demon, bones rattlin’ the tomb
Simon passed out, weak ass couldn’t handle the fumes
We skully kings, spirits grindin’ on our dicks
Simon’s sittin’ out, man, he ain’t built for this shit

(Chorus - Screamo)
FUCKIN’ GHOSTS, SNORTIN’ LINES!!
SIMON CAN’T KEEP UP WITH OUR FUCKIN’ CRIMES!!
WE BONED, WE FUCKIN’ INSANE AS HELL!!
SKULLY CREW, MOTHERFUCKER, SOUND THE BELL!!

(Bridge - Screamo/Trap Mix)
SIMON FUCKED UP, CAN’T HANDLE THIS RIDE!!
WE BONIN’ SPIRITS WHILE WE TAKE THIS FUCKIN’ HIGH!!
SKULLS CRACK, DEMONS SCREAMIN’, FUCKIN’ GHOSTS ALL NIGHT!!
SKULLY CREW FUCKIN’ WILD, YEAH, WE LIVIN’ OUTTA SIGHT!!

(Verse 3 - Trap Flow)
We fuckin’ ghost bitches, ridin’ high off drugs
Simon sittin’ there shakin’, can’t handle these thugs
Poppin’ Xannies like candy, fuckin’ spirits raw
Simon’s weak ass watchin’, man, he’s breakin’ the law

We kings of this crypt, we own the fuckin’ night
Simon said “I’m too scared,” man, he ain’t built for the fight
Ghost sluts ridin’ us, laughin’ in his face
We fuckin’ spirits wild, Simon’s fallin’ from grace

Take a shot, snort a line, Simon’s passed out cold
We fuckin’ in the tomb while he’s losin’ his hold
Skully Crew forever, we kings of the dead
Simon’s weak ass bitchin’, while we fuck in his head!

(Chorus - Screamo)
FUCKIN’ GHOSTS, SNORTIN’ LINES!!
SIMON CAN’T KEEP UP WITH OUR FUCKIN' CRIMES!! WE BONED, WE FUCKIN' INSANE AS HELL!! SKULLY CREW, MOTHERFUCKER, SOUND THE BELL!!(Outro - Screamo)
FUCK YOU, SIMON, YOU CAN'T RIDE THIS TRAIN