| Alright, I’m back
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| Deevil! |
| Deevil! |
| Deevil!
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| Your cunting daughter
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| Who gives a shit if angel and demon engage in combat
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| I’m raw as fresh pussy, that’s with our without the contact
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| Those who told me don’t be a dummy, and sign a contract
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| This one is for your melon, Magellan, hope you don’t mind that
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| I got her under the water, holding it down
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| Head cooked through, Charlie go and roll em around
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| Nobody’s leaving, not even a soul
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| So sit the fuck down, eat it, and let the control go, sinner
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| You having nightmares, funny, I’m having worse dreams
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| I woke crying blood, little hand on the 13
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| Came on her face and before the semen could dry
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| Hit the L, hot as hell, and put it out in her eyes, right?
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| I got my hands full, Deevil doing his damn thing
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| Saw the S and the M, they blew it, knew it was Strange
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| I don’t repent ever, cynic, see I attack herds
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| And you can get the saw like I flipped was backwards
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| Clear the table, they ready for me to carve her
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| I can’t see, they follow me, I’m headed to the slaughter
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| Nobody ever said it’d be easy to be a martyr
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| You won’t find your daughter, she’s in here with us father
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| Who are we? |
| never mind, your mother told me to tell you
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| That she’s in here with us and you’re probably coming to hell too
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| Well who goes there? |
| Sit and stay for an hour
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| Imma keep it moving with a vulgar display of power
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| The whole clique strange, it’s logic, I represent it
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| So you either come in peace, or leave here resting in it
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| Dig it, I shovel coals right under the iron bull
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| Steaming broads in its belly, I guess you could say he’s full
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| But for fucks sake, give me a broom, a virgin, and some duct tape
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| I show you motherfuckers the definition of butt rape
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| And this here is for her, bathing in such atonement
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| By feeling so alive in this subtle murderful moment
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| And this is for the underlings that I be getting stoned with
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| And everything is under me so I see no opponent
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| Rock with a couple of brothers and so it smashes
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| Till I get the caskets, ashes to ashes
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| Strange Music
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| Deevil
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| Alright? |
| Ring!
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| Oh yeah, align your chakras
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| I’m headed to the slaughter, headed to the slaughter
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| Later |