flexing like the necks I twist
with rigor mortis grip on the tech
motherfuckas hit the deck
wanna check?
take a peek
watchin as the copper poppin out the back of yo dome piece
place you underneath the altarpiece
I poor the blood for the ritual
these habits are not fictional
Im bringing forth the visuals
from criminal to mystical
residual black magic
stickin heavy in the air
the catholics panic
sins is manic
peelin back the fuckin plastic
settin fire to the world
whirl wind fury
Im the judge jury executioner
stompin out the crucifer
sippin henny steady
kickin it with lucifer
gettin down with the devils
chillin in the seventh level
listen to the doom metal bump
from the back of the trunk
unholy riffs
smokin on that fuckin piff
Im dropping out of life with the blade in hand
follow smoke to the junt filled land
came from 954
now Im in the black mass ho
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