[Verse 1]
Wake up in the night, shaking cause you toss and turn
Your nose gets the scent something previously had burned
The devil now is walking on the motherfucking earth
To come and collect your life you have been promising ever since your birth
Your everburning soul is the only thing he wants
Not brutally sacrifice virgins with no remorse is the main reason I brought
The meat cleaver n***a, will I do your ass in
Call me the accountant, I keep track of your sins
The sun's turning red and the sky turns to black
You open up your shirt, feel your burns on your back
The howls in the night have you scared to be blinking your eyes
You try to run and hide but your whole body is now paralyzed
The wind chimes sound but the wind's standing still
By end of the night you'll believe me when I say I promise that you will be killed
Holy night, silent night, that's when you realize
That you betrayed our deal when you lived the Christian life

[Chorus]
Pulling out a nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind
So I make you lie in a box made of pine
Pulling out-Pulling out a nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind
So I make you lie in a box made of pine
Pulling-Pulling out a nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind
So I-So I make you lie in a box made of pine
Pulling out a nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind
So I make you lie in a box made of pine
[Verse 2]
I come in the night with the sound of the horn
I built fulla cord where your mourned body'd torn
I walk through the hall, drag my blades on the wall
You pick up the phone, but there's no dial tone and you wonder why you cannot call
And all you hear is laugh on the other fucking end
Then a voice on the phone says "It begins"
Your heart beating fast as you know I am close
You're praying and saying "Oh Jesus, don't let that be Evil Pimp, must be a ghost"
You pick up the Bible, but the book burns your hands
It lights up in flame then it turn into sand
The motherfucking man has a motherfucking plan
To come and grab your soul, take it right back to the land of the damned
You got some fuckin ana, better get it off your mind
This kill isn't personal, bust the edge off with some time
The evil pimp is lying, goddamn right, I hate your kind
That's why I had to lay you in a box made of pine

[Chorus]
Pulling out a nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind
So I make you lie in a box made of pine
Pulling out a nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind
So I make you lie in a box made of pine
Pulling out a nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind
So I make you lie in a box made of pine
Pulling out-Pulling out a nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind
So I make you lie in a box made of pine
Pulling-Pulling out a nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind
So I make you lie in a box made of pine
Pulling out a nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind
So I make you lie in a box made of pine
Pulling out a nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind
So I-So I make you lie in a box made of pine
Pulling out a nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind
So I make you lie in a box made of pine
Pulling out a nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind
So I make you lie in a box made of pine
Pulling out a nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind
So I make you lie in a box made of pine
Pulling out a nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind
So I-So I make you lie in a box made of pine
Pulling out a nine 'cause I hate your fucking kind
So I make you lie in a box made of pine