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[Intro] {x8} 

Live...evil 

We get so live (evil), live (evil) {x4} 

It's the dark side, we came to get live {x3} 

Make some noise and represent the Flatline 

[Verse One: Kool Tee] 

It's Mr. Kool Tee deep down in the Earth 

Demons is lurking and evil's at work 

Trapped in dimension with the Flatline henchmen 

Sometimes I get hyperactive to kill the tension 

Killer grills, spine chills, tingling 

I'll backspin with the souls of chains jingling 

Twisted at the core but the trouble death tells 

At times I wanna get live but evil prevails 

I can't stop, my vision blurred, mind slurred 

Spitting out phrases of words you never heard 

So invest in a Bible, a nice selection 

A creepy collection but there is no protection 

Meddling with forces that you can't comprehend 

Infernal powers devour sin to sin's underneath 

You'll feel the forces of the beast 

Cranium cracks as I chill with the deceased 

[Hook] 

We get so live (evil), live (evil) {x4} 

This bloods for you from the Flatliner crew 

[Verse Two] 

Dr. Jekkyl and Mr. Pain 

Regain Hunchback of Notre Dame 

[?] will dig a grave 

I kick no regular rhymes while leaving enough to flow 

Give me a sip of the potion, flip the motion then I grow 

And then burst out like a volcano the erupt 

I run amok 

Evilest thought I'm struck with luck 

When you turn up the bird sound complete from out the ground 

Flatline but that's the people up ground 

Tazmanian transform to the hyper, lyrical typer 

Abominable sniper viper 

Cat walker creeper, born I warn 

For countdown, now it's to the break of dawn 

This Is Scary Us, to Take 'Em Underground 

In the Rivaz Of Red, Run, cause It's A Nightmare 

Sacrifice your hope I'm filling a pitchfork with pork 

This is the little baby Damien by the stork 

Pop the cork 

Bust down, ask for forgiveness 

Live Evil business, I can't win this so I end this 

[Hook] 

[Verse Three: Red Rum] 

Red Rum is... 

Red Rum is... 

Red Rum is... 

The most cold blooded son of a bitch 

666, I'm sick so sick, your body's on the crucifix 

Or chopped up and buried inside of a grave 

When I have this craving for making you all afraid 

Slash you with these claws that are on my paws 

I have, formed my soul to horrorcore 

I'ma burn in Hell for that which I be saying 

No praying, dead's decaying when I am slaying 

And it will rain with red when brain's bled 

Return of the evil dread, quad six stay in your bed 

We do act because of the plaque I have with Satan 

You don't wanna keep Satan awaiting cause he's impatient 

Hell is hot, you can see the sinister plot 

When you rot 

When the bones is thrown in the lot 

The devil he says these lies to give me life 

I'm alive 

We represent the grave we survive 

[Hook] 

[Outro] {x8} 

Live...evil