The collaborative Twelve Reasons To Die drops April 16th. Lyrics below.

The Deluca’s pressed Tony’s remains into 12 vinyl records
One for each member of the family
But little did they know — he would return…

Medusa’s stare – My guns bust in silence
I’m a black vigilante killer, pro-violence
It’s the re-birth, born again, rise through the vinyl spin
They took out Starks, but the light shines within
Its the all-mighty rise of the murderous Ghostface
Bodies dropped in aisles, left for cold case
Columbian neckties from a black Gambino
Bodies get dumped in black El Camino
It’s Reno gangsta wars, Money Power Respect
Revenge is felt like the heat from a tek
Tommy guns are irrelevant – I’m bulletproof now
I can fly through the air and duck ya chick-a pow
Black superhero, crime boss’ arch nemesis
Good vs Evil since the first book of Genesis
Battle ’til the end – that’s way of the thriller
As Starks is re-born as Ghostface Killah
No one could get iller…

Murders, Bodies chopped into zip locks
Kill or be Killed on the cobblestone street blocks
Crime Boss – I call war on the Delucas
Watch my eyes turn red – I got a squad fulla shooters
Murder, Murder – Kill Kill Kill
When the gas starts to pump
I put the spark to the grill

Ayo, late night snuck in the limo
Hogtied, then capped ’em all up
Beheaded the driver
Left the bitch in the back with no tongue as a survivor
Raw dog, spit in her mouth
Disappear in swarm of killa bees
Cripple ’em from they knees
Take they legs out, Nigga you know the steez
I’m a nighthawk – evil eyed power of mind control
Faster than the speed of light – You’ll catch a big hole
Ruthless – Six bodies hung in a meat row
The butcher shop – I call it the body shop
Start from the bottom – Killin’ all the way to the top
Carve my name on your skin –
Pull a stocking mask over your face for recognition
No time for remission
Attack ’til there’s no one left, in no position
The return of the worst case scenario
Ghostface attacks on land and now arial…

Murders, Bodies chopped into zip locks
Kill or be Killed on the cobblestone street blocks
Crime Boss – I call war on the Delucas
Watch my eyes turn red – I got a squad fulla shooters
Murder, Murder – Kill Kill Kill
When the gas starts to pump
I put the spark to the grill
Murder, Murder – Kill Kill Kill
Watch the body count rise when the ‘Face gets real…

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