| 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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| Doing quasi religious ceremonies
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| I see with the Alseek
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| Curse you into paralysis
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| Drinking blood from the chalice with Alice the Growley
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| I feel no guilt, for the blood that got spilt
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| Fuck thou shall not kill, do or dowt wilt!
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| Skeeming 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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| Bathing 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 lubyankas
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| Allows you to sip droplets from the goblets of Pompous conquerers
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| Javel and dagger
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| Author of death
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| Virgins with big breasts
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| Soldiers of morbid thoughts
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| Non-indulgent 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 strapped 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, you’ll survive the bashing your skull
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| The master within the code
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| Authors of math
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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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| Serpin the ancient verses
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| But Zeus possesses his sister
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| Masterbating in the monastary
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| She used the crucifix to pop a cherry
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| Perverted priest, 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, is sex to cannibal’s feast
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| Head of the jackal, six figure hand is complete
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| 20 hits in the womb melt
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| Get those with the black acid
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| Kidnapping your wife
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| Tape safe depositories in plastic
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| Candle smashing ariolas
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| Cold as a bastard
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| Torn from a casket
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| Human flesh gets scorned into ashes
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| Pray to Satan like Jimmy Page
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| Take a stage of blood
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| Covered the following
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| Bloods led by mercedes gloves
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| The yalo drive, from up in the hills
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| Californication of pills
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| Triple six engraved in your fucking gills
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| We’re real wifey
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| Made 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 thoughts in the first day
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| The surgeon of hate
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| I’m licensed to keep my nurses okay
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| Unwrapping the vague
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| Kevorkian, but dusting the?
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| Hellaways pussies
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| The podium
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| Molest your remains
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| I’m like Brian Wilson, the genius, with a stain of crimson
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| Original, dillusional
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| Goons, we move through the system
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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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| And brainwash a chant
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| I envision baptism
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| With satanic mechanisms
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| Each exorcism, reads the deep flesh incisions
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| My system of worship
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| Features bitches in skirts
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| I should purify my pretty
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| Before they are visciously murked
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| We note the impregnated, 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 Senchin
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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 cutting down your spine
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| Now we’re chugging blood of wine
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| Choke and suffocate what’s wine
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| The fucking suffering is divine
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| While tranquilizing needles get stuck up in your arm
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| Sacrificial animals get abducted from the farm |