There's several different levels to Devil worshiping
Horses' heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism
Animals, having sex with 'em, camels, mammals and rabbits
But I don't get into that, I kicked the habit
I just beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the fucking meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin', I got a .9 in my pocket
And baby, I'm just dyin' to cock him
He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
My Uzi's heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, I'll lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
Red on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore
Met on the second, wed on the third, then she's dead on the fourth
I'm dead wrong!
Born with the birthmark of the beast, commander in chief
March through Tartarus in blood soaked army fatigues
Wear a diseased heart on my sleeve
They say words are weapons, well I guess I'm armed to the teeth
Hung members of the nazi regime from rafters and beams
Committed to rhyme asylum with no chance of release
Blasphemous saints, iron straight jacket restraints
Spit fire that attracts the Moth Man to the flame
I'm an orphan of Chernobyl, come back from the grave
I'll put your freedom of speech in shackles in chains
We salivate hazardous waste
I swing Excalibur with the stone still attached to the blade
We're a nimble ninja clan sprinting over the surface
In sinking sand, rocking concrete timberlands
Roll militant in guerrilla tanks
My fist is rock solid breaking through Edward Scissorhands
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