DKrapartist, Dan Bull - The Hunter Becomes the Haunted lyrics

Hunt, kill hunt, kill
Hunt, kill hunt, kill

Hi, my name's Daniel Robinson
I'm the ghost that's been haunting your house
I'm 77 years old
I was murdered and butchered right
There on the couch
I hear you calling my name and I sure
As hell wouldn't be running my mouth
I could be a spirit, a banshee
A demon, but I'm never leaving
That's without a doubt
You ask me to give you a
Sign so I throw shit around
And start ringing the phone
You and your mum have
Got something in common
Cause both of you looking around for a bone
Don't let me catch you alone
You should be watching your tone!
I hear you scream Bloody Mary again, then
I'm coming and hunting you down
And I'll rip out your throat
I see you with the EMF
You're seeing 3 at best
And 5 is what you're plеading for
Standing round in freezing temps you
Start to see your breath
You place a cam to see thе orbs
All this trouble for a check
You're betting me your neck
For pictures of a Ouija board
Holding up the crucifix, you
Start to disrespect
I'm sending you to see the lord
Ima start draining your sanity
When I can hunt you the
Front door is getting locked
I'm gonna tell you I'll kill you
You're meeting your death if you
Talk through a spirit box
Torch get to flashing when I
Come to torture you
And if I catch you you're getting dropped
Watch when I send you a
Threat through my ghost writing
You know my hunting will never stop

Hunt, kill hunt, kill
Hunt, kill hunt, kill
Hunt, kill hunt, kill
Hunt, kill hunt, kill

Hi, my name's Daniel Bull
I'm the bloke who was brought to this house
A professional skeptical secular exorcist
Recommending that you ought to get out
I'm calling your name
I'm intending to render you
Into a theory disproved
I'm just bopping to the
Ominous knocking in here
Because it's the eeriest groove
Did you think that I'd really
Be spooked? Be serious dude
I'm clearly just too
Inexperienced to feel the fear some
Idiots do, delirious douches, are all like
Believe me, it's true, I've
Seen them, it's proof
Yeah and I'm Jesus to boot
If I'd be in your shoes
I'd be leaving here soon
Cause, I'm cleaning the rooms
Of your footprints
Even when I'm in the silliest mood
I'll be seeing this through
And removing corruptions
Pull up floorboards and of course there's
A corpse of a husband
That's been causing disruption
Where are all my hot demon bitches? This
Is all I need a dead pensioner
There must have been a Victorian whore in
The bedroom, at some point hence
I must mention her feel the tension
I'm watching phenomena on my
Spectrometer's flickering screen
Feel a shiver, but I'm not afraid
It's the radiators that could do with a bleed
My position's apparition abolition
I feel it's done so I dash for the kitchen
Drat, I didn't bring a bag
Of ammunition did I? No
Don't cut the transmission!