Amityville

Little boy, you would think normal and sane

Furious, his anger running in a high-speed lane

His parents comfort and love was all in vain

Enter the house, be ready, cause here comes the pain

Baby sister, trying to set everything right

Innocence is facing his blade tonight

The preacher is trying to show him the light

Now he’s facing God in his court, alright

Here in Amityville

The blood u will spill

In Amityville

Movin in for the kill

Talking in tongues, soon you will be dying

All that he hears is the prince of darkness lying

A prisoner and servant in the art of slaying

Guns and knives, he despise the happy

Here in Amityville

The blood u will spill

In Amityville

Movin in for the kill

Six-six-six, it will give him his kicks

Hatred-terror-lies, looking through the devils eyes

Six-six-six, it will give him his kicks

Hatred-terror-lies,, no time to think of alibis