[00:01.03]Yo, alright, yo
[00:02.03]I'm possessed by evil demons that torture me while I'm sleeping
[00:04.40]I keep dreaming of death and I'm hearing people screaming
[00:06.70]The devil's spirit's trapped inside me and I want it out
[00:09.33]I'm on the couch bleeding to death in a haunted house
[00:12.05]With both of my wrists slit, I'm lifted up in the air
[00:14.61]And suspended in animation like someone's holding me there
[00:17.04]I feel somebody's cold hands wrapping around my neck
[00:19.65]While I choke on my own blood that I swallow and drown to death
[00:22.27]But I found a breath and somehow managed to slip the clutches
[00:25.04]Nearly blacking out from dizziness and head rushes
[00:27.51]Tripping over OD'd bodies of dead lushes
[00:30.16]Bloodstains paint the plush carpet like red blushes
[00:32.54]Door's open and close by themselves, books fly off shelves
[00:36.36]Curtains catch fire, the house melts
[00:37.82]The wind blows and shatters windows like ten twisters
[00:40.55]Caught a piece of shrapnel in the Adam's apple
[00:43.76]Two cups of holy water and I'm looking at 'em half full
[00:46.53]But as soon as I go to touch 'em they turn into red rum
[00:51.01]It got silent, then all these voices said
[00:53.47]"Come follow me into the pits of Hell"
[00:56.84]I heard 'em yell "Welcome to the Norman Bates Motel!"
[00:59.06]I ring the bell for service and I was greeted by his mother
[01:01.63]Covered in dry blood, head still dented from the shovel
[01:04.03]I said I need a room so I could try to get some rest
[01:06.86]She gave me the keys to the best suite and a bag of cess
[01:10.43]And told me that's just for starters, Satan'll be in to see me later

Yo, alright, yo
I'm possessed by evil demons that torture me while I'm sleeping
I keep dreaming of death and I'm hearing people screaming
The devil's spirit's trapped inside me and I want it out
I'm on the couch bleeding to death in a haunted house
With both of my wrists slit, I'm lifted up in the air
And suspended in animation like someone's holding me there
I feel somebody's cold hands wrapping around my neck
While I choke on my own blood that I swallow and drown to death
But I found a breath and somehow managed to slip the clutches
Nearly blacking out from dizziness and head rushes
Tripping over OD'd bodies of dead lushes
Bloodstains paint the plush carpet like red blushes
Door's open and close by themselves, books fly off shelves
Curtains catch fire, the house melts
The wind blows and shatters windows like ten twisters
Caught a piece of shrapnel in the Adam's apple
Two cups of holy water and I'm looking at 'em half full
But as soon as I go to touch 'em they turn into red rum
It got silent, then all these voices said
"Come follow me into the pits of Hell"
I heard 'em yell "Welcome to the Norman Bates Motel!"
I ring the bell for service and I was greeted by his mother
Covered in dry blood, head still dented from the shovel
I said I need a room so I could try to get some rest
She gave me the keys to the best suite and a bag of cess
And told me that's just for starters, Satan'll be in to see me later