[Verse 1]



I spit on behalf of my death cult made of millions of morbid angels

Standing in a burning church in Norway lost in hatred

Of course Satan smiles through the face of a child

Whose born with the number of the Devil scraped into his scalp

We don’t like none of y’all at all

My fuck your mother in the mouth type of dawgs might write this song

Triple X bitches call me and invite me home

They run up on me on the street in then invite me dome

I spit the truth for the youth movement, it’s goon music

Engineered to make you bang your motherfucking head to it

Learn ships, live fast lives and spit flames then burn bitches with crackpipes like Rick James

Ill Bill, I’m from Brooklyn where the stars are born

I make drug music plus I be involved in porn

I be the chosen like Robby Benson beyond comprehension

Holding a toaster like Bronson in Death Wish



[Chorus x 2]



Black metal, I cock back react thorough

In la botanica con el santero

Black mask, white robe, shrouded in peril

Trapped me in the war between God and the Devil



[Verse 2: Sick Jacken]



I know a babalawo who cuts chicken heads

I fuck chicken heads man that Santeria shit is fucking wild

I’m feeling like my time running out

I’m the middle of the block guns drawn when they gun it down

I break speed limits on the highway to Hell

They got the Devil chasing me trying to give me life without bail

I drink spirits and smoke form for medicine

And inhale elements of sickle cell

You can catch me in the hood like VD

That Sixth Side Street shit homes and we ain’t deal with the PD

The most hated on the block with no greatest

Crash through the storm and attack the storm raiders

I shoot the shit with Shaman, my spirit is still starving

Imagine all the shit that my soul famine is causing

Knife-carving nine on the psychos at night swarming

I fight to be righteous but the murder is more calm



[Chorus x 2]



[Verse 3: Q-Unique]



I been forced to fulfill a dark and hateful agarro

And was born the son of a Satan santero

Burn black candles for a black Sabbath

After the fact the priest converted her to a crack addict

It’s flat madness with black gats and black magic

Sit and watch the death of faces and laugh at it

With two white pale goth bitches lost in an orgy

And you too could subscribe for the cost of a forty

I got the blood of the faceless pagans on me

A sacred place praying to raise a Haitians army

The Babalawo wolf from Brooklyn in all white

White fitted, white Nikes, moving that pure white all night

Make a bluha scream changhol and fuck their brains out

Your ice crucifix won’t save you, tuck your chains now

Between Heaven and Hell, pa’ arriba y pa’ abajo

Knowing the Devil itself itself vamos pa’l carajo



[Chorus x 2]