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(Verse 1: Necro) |
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Before ligaments and fridges |
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The triple six digits religion |
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Might sacrifice pigeon's fidget |
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Was created by ancient midgets |
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My kamikaze cronies |
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Listening to Ozzy over Rick Rock's chords |
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During quasi religious ceremonies |
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I see what the owls see |
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Curse you into paralysis |
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Drinking blood from the chalice with Alistair Crowley |
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I feel no guilt, for the blood that got spilt |
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Fuck thou shall not kill, do what thou wilt! |
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Scheming on Rosemary's baby in witches shrine |
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My cult'll leave you shocked like Polanksky in 69 |
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Introduce you to hallucogenic narcotics |
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Baiting you with females rocking psychodelic bell-bottoms |
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Fu-Manchu in effect |
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Banging spoons like Uri Geller |
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Then I'll sharpen the ends |
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And juks you in the neck |
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67 stab wounds in the Lubyanka |
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Allows you to sip droplets from the goblets of Pompous conquerers |
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(Verse 2: Ill Bill) |
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Javel and dagger |
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Alter of death |
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Virgins with big breasts |
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Soldiers of morbid thoughts |
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Nuns indulging in incest |
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Bring me the goat, manipulating woman on dope |
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Kidnap the pope |
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Hang from the rope |
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And stabbed in the throat |
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I'll spill your blood in the name of Satan |
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And capture your soul |
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Author of sacrifice, use the Bible to bash in your skull |
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Master of the occult |
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Altars of madness |
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Step in my chapel of goons |
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My collection of scalpels and tools |
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And used for ritualistic and sadistic purposes |
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Cermonial death |
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Serving the ancient verses |
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Pazuzu possesses a sister |
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Masturbating in the monastery |
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She used the crucifix to pop her cherry |
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Perverted priests flirt with the deceased |
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The black mass is achieved |
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Shadowy figures joyfully dance with the beast |
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Hunger for human flesh, and sex the cannibals feast |
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Head of the jackal, six fingered hand is complete |
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(Verse 3: Goretex) |
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20 hits and the room melts |
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Get dosed with the black acid |
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Kidnappin your wife |
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Tape supporsitories in plastic |
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Candle smashing areolas |
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Cold as a bastard |
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Torn from a casket |
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Human flesh gets scorned to ashes |
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Pray to Satan like Jimmy Page |
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Take the stage of blood |
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Covers the followers |
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Bloods led by Miss Sadie Glutz |
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Cielo Drive from up in the hills |
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Californication in pills |
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Triple six engraved in your fucking gills |
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The real wifey |
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Made her eat the whole cake |
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Worship a ghost state |
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Puncture your throat with chunks of Colgate |
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Launching the craig |
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And cutting his throat on the first day |
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The surgeon of hate |
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I'm licensed to keep my nurses on K |
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Unwrapping the vague |
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Kevorkian, with dust in the J |
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Hell awaits, pussy |
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The podium, molest your remains |
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I'm like Brian Wilson, the genius, with a stain of crimson |
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Original, delusional |
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Goons, we move through the system |
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(Verse 4: Mr.Hyde) |
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Enter the master witchdoctor |
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Evil emperor of my chance |
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Will anoint the dead |
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And poison heads |
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The brainwashing chant |
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I envision baptism |
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With satanic mechanisms |
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Each exorcism, leaves a deep flesh incision |
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My system of worship |
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Features bitches in skirts |
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I should repurify my prey |
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Before they're visciously murked |
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We're known impregnate and corrupt the average slut |
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Stab the gut and quickly sent the miscarriage from cups |
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Hide the leader of Ascension |
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Along with evil henchman |
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Puking down your throat, because your soul needed cleansing |
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Blood painted pentagrams |
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Engulfed by flames |
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Charcoal chunks of frames |
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We feast on monkey brains |
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Calmly cut you down your spine |
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Now we're chugging blood and wine |
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Choke and suffocate with twine |
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The fucking sufferin's divine |
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While the tranquilizer needles get stuck up in your arm |
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Sacrificial animals get abducted from the farm |