Y’all ain’t never have me open like an old gift
Who is y’all? I’ve been to busy to notice…
You can sense it in the air, man, you better beware, because
Something wicked this way comes
We run through your district, our guns are sadistic
Something wicked this way comes
When the hairs on the back of your neck stand erect, you know
Something wicked this way comes
If we display guns, all the bitches, they run, they know
Something wicked this way comes