Turn the Volume Up (Alastor) (feat. McGwire)

I swear, I testify

It's not all just black and white

I'll find a better life

Just give the hand a shake

You hate me, get in line

We're braced for better times

Just keep your head up high

And get up out my way

Yeah, mic's on, one, two and the check's done (Yuh)

Showtime, ain't no need for a test run (Yah)

New coat, new stains, and some fresh blood

Birds of a flock, they go mad for the breadcrumbs (Yes, sir)

Our poison's poured till we get drunk (Yuh)

Gon' learn where the chains on their neck from (Haha)

Bring the bloodshed back like it's redrum (Yah)

Radio static, that's a tune that the dead hum (Yum)

They all loving me, tuning in to my messages (Ayy)

Phasing them out like doublespeak, misremember their etiquette (Ayy)

Deal in souls like it's currency, I'm removing their vestiges (Ayy)

Listening to the summaries, they're learning who the Devil is (Hahaha)

You don't wanna bet on it

Leaving husks of men until the hope inside is derelict

Turning up the volume, so the sound you hear is deafening

Knock-knock-knock, when you hear 'em, then you let him in

Hide another skeleton, my closet's getting larger

Listen to the audience, they're canning all the laughter

Son another heretic, so listen to your father

Way I move like Reddit, I'm delivering 'em karma (Ayy)

I'm not a saint or a martyr (Nah), pray to your masters (Yah)

Question my role, and then gave them the answer (Haha)

They're not the snakes that I'm after

Broadcast their Hell, and then asked them to rate the disaster (Hahahaha)

I swear, I testify

It's not all just black and white

I'll find a better life

Just give the hand a shake

Hate me, just get in line

We're braced for better times

Just keep your head up high

And get up out my way

They all want a hit of your pain

Broadcast in a stereo haze

Cry out if you're getting afraid

Turn the volume up

Hellfire isn't really just flames

Right now it's a city of stains

All primed for it being my stage

Turn the volume up

Yeah, OG don't dabble in bootlegs (Yuh)

I mean, my waves gon' carry the tune best (Ayy)

They be so scared, they having to choose death (Yuh)

Can't make a change, not cracking a few heads, ayy

Red and black, I leave it like roulette, ayy, ayy

On the track, but never a duet, ayy, ayy

Out my bag, a devil in new threads

I gon' ghost every note like what will he do next? Uh (Haha)

I'ma make 'em shake like a tremolo

Put them in the grave by the second note

Do it every day, every episode

Keep on going up like a shepherd's tone (Hahaha)

I be moving modal when I set the tone

Encore, encore, I'm the best in show

Sign off, and I left a note

See the dead men hang like a telephone (Hahahahaha)

I swear, I testify

It's not all just black and white

I'll find a better life

Just give the hand a shake

Hate me, just get in line

We're braced for better times

Just keep your head up high

And get up out my way

They all want a hit of your pain

Broadcast in a stereo haze

Cry out if you're getting afraid

Turn the volume up (Ooh-hoo)

Hellfire isn't really just flames

Right now it's a city of stains

All primed for it being my stage

Turn the volume up

Baba-ba, bada-ba (Oh yeah)

Ski-dodadi-ah-baboh (Hellfire)

Bam-bam, bada-way-do-ba

Bada-dim-bodo-baba

Ba-na-nana, dadada-da-dada

Zada-dadada-da-danana

Dada-da-ba-badababa

Zada-ee-babadadoo-way-babalright