Suckaz fell down when they ran up Six ft Ditch player haters put your hands up Hardcore losers this is a mutha fucking stick up You hide behind the web, you're gonna be dead Don't talk of me, when I'm not around If you say my name you're heading for the ground the bullshit lies that comes from your face Tales from the crypt, your final resting place Tales from the crypt, I head them calling you Your sand's run dry, there's nothing left for you You've run off your mouth for the very last time Your life's gonna be left far behind
