EVIL_DEAD
[Intro, Ash Williams]
Groovy
We gave peace a chance, now it’s time for war

[Verse 1]
Flew from LAX to HEL
Give em hell, never tell
Never spell, what it means
Rari clean, I’m so mean
On the mic, I don't say sike
I buy whatever the fuck I like
I just bought a brand new bike
And it got a basket case and a casket
For all you bastards who thought
That you had me in the corner
Now you're in the morgue being cut up by the coroner
God I feel like a warrior
Waist got a black bandana
Shirt yellow like a banana
God I need to be banned bruh
Break the flow, make a show
Make the dough, then go home
Then keep it low
Need my sleep, call me Yoshikage
Numb my nerves, pour me up a sake
And I switch the flow with a flick of the wrist
My mind is so rich, I might fuck up yo bitch
FAL on my sling, and a banana clip
Pardon me fans for my lateness
Been grinding my sword now I’m striving for greatness
If you do not understand me I ain't giving Layman's
Dragonbone blade ain't sharp for no reason
Haven't see my fit before, it's the new season
Challenging me is a justification for treason
Bought me new sneakers just to crease 'em
Blood on the leaves, just now you see them
[Chorus]
Feeling like Ashy Slashy, heaven and hell
Cut out your tongue so you cannot tell
These evil dead round me tryna fuck with me
Tell them you can’t fuck with this
Ashy Slashy, heaven and hell
Cut out your tongue so you cannot tell
These evil dead round me tryna fuck with me
Tell them you can’t fuck with this Ashy

[Interlude]
Goddamn, need to take a break before breaking necks
Goddamn, feeling like I’m next on the gauntlet
Goddamn, feeling like I’m next, I’m haunted
Goddamn, need to flex, I’m exhausted
Goddamn, feeling like Darkrai, I’m exalted
Feeling like this beat is assaulted
Goddamn, it feels so distorted
Goddamn, feeling the best I’ve recorded

[Verse 2]
You better bring out the motherfucking bloodshed
Keep going until the motherfucking moon’s red
Curb stomping the dead ‘til my boots inspire dread
Keep having nightmares on your deathbed
Skulls hang on my belt like Rengar
Blade in my hand is the Duskblade of Drak’tharr
Dad’s hometown is down in R’lyeh
After you’re dead watch it back like a replay
The Kaiser is ruthless, you’re next on my list
Saint Pablito gonna turn you to red mist
Fuck a God’s Plan, I’m in charge of my own shit
This shirt on my back ain’t no counterfeit
Not a Faker but it hits you right in the Vayne
Don’t pass judgement, release ‘em from their pain
People call my rap shit just straight plain
Talk shit like that I might make Bloodrayne
Stick a spear in your lungs, hard to breathe, huh?
Keep screaming 'til my fucking name's clear, huh?
Keep rapping 'til every sample's cleared, huh?
Zooted in this motherfucker, think I drank Everclear, huh?
Thinking that blowing up shit is near, huh?
Half of my face burned off, Two Face, huh?
“You ain't got a place in this race”, that's the case, huh?
Shatter your skull, make that shit a vase, huh?
[Chorus]
Ashy, Slashy, heaven, hell
Cut out your tongue, you cannot tell
These evil dead round me tryna fuck with me
Tell them you can’t fuck with this goddamn
Ashy, Slashy, heaven, hell
Cut out your tongue, you cannot tell
These evil dead round me tryna fuck with me
Tell them you can’t fuck with this Ashy

[Outro, Ash Williams]
Lady I’m afraid I’m gonna have to ask you to leave the store
Who the hell are you?
Name’s Ash
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