We are... here... to lay this boy... to rest... And so shall you... be put, to death...
[Method Man] Beware of the six-six-six So morbid and twisted I'm sick, sick, sick Mad and sadistic, dark like sun when it eclipses Grab your crucifixes and RUN... from the hellfire fiend, The Big Red Machine Heads get chopped in the guillotine, burnt in kerosene Now you don't believe in the unseen By any means necessary back to the cemetary IT'S KANE!
[Method Man] I rise from the tomb A quarter pass midnight, full moon The theme music kicks in, you'rre doomed Soon comes the bell, it's me against you in a cage match cell You get a chokeslam from hell LOOK OUT! Great balls of fire, no doubt My flame can't be doused, this is what pain's about Lock all the doors and the windows in your house Night of the Grim Reaper, tales from the Crypt Keeper IT'S KANE!
[Method Man] Feel the tombstone piledriver You hit the floor, thankin God you're alive-ah Hail Mary take no prisoners and no survivors Found scary like a convoy of drunk drivers, ahhhhhhhowww Tragic, that old black magic A-tisket-a-tasket, a coffin or a casket Grateful Dead, nightmares that make you wet the bed Visions of bloodshed dancing through your head IT'S KANE!