| The candle burns next to a silver bowl, above that
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| a portrait of a killer known of only as a priest
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| ceremony ceased tabernacle released
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| 700 jackals loose in the streets
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| The ashes of his enemies blow under his feet
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| Thunder and sleet blow doors open, in the cathedral
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| The candles go out-the portrait open his mouth-spit
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| Apocalypse, dark mist drift past MCs with blood on their head
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| Sworn for the dead, spread the skies out like an endless table cloth
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| Chop ya legs both off, stable you in the navel with a pitchfork
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| This is witch talk-warlock rhymes with boss hog grimes
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| Snatch outcha mind-put it at the end of ya spine
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| Brush ya teeth with my nine-who wanna battle
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| Let’s take a raffle
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| I’ll meet you with a scalpel, slice ya adam’s apple
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| Never disturb the dead-ya bones are spread
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| Poems are said, Ouija board spells out
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| PRIEST OF WAR, you’ll be eaten by my sword
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| The man unfinished-I throw you in god’s prison
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| You do a sentence of repentance
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| There’s no remembrance of forgiveness, my torture’s endless
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| Inches for inches, I’m relentless
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| I go into heaven, kick the gates in
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| Fight angels-get you to shake
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| Drag ya ass out by ya halo up that street paved with gold
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| Then I throw yo ass back to the globe
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| See I own ya soul, you go to hell
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| I fight against bats just to getchu back
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| I wrestle devils, run through fire
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| Kill demons just to finish ya beatin'
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| While ya friends still grievin'
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| I’m worse than death-I'm worse than pain
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| My lyrics kill again and again
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| Liliths kiss you, take you to the cave near the red sea
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| Where the skeleton remains of the dead MCs
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| Ya flesh leave-depression proceeds
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| Walk down my stairs of echo, within my ring of texas chainsaws
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| You came as war-came with the devil
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| Leviathan fiery breath breathed upon you
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| The planet’s my footstool
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| The king of Gorgon made god, the great grandsons of Nimrod
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| Sacrifice his limbs to my god
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| When they buried Medusa she left a graveyard full of statues
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| Which rap would you choose?
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| Which axe shall I use?
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| Witch hunt-the devil asked for you
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| Tie you to a stake
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| Like Joan of Arc-these forms of art
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| Of galleries are different ways of ya casualties
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| You die violently!
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| I write with a violent pen
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| Some’n like I’m tattin' ya skin
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| When I spit the entire Vatican cringe
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| I’m back for you again
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| Let the bats ascend-I come from hell’s wide mouth
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| I gotchu! |
| Now I cry out
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| Sittin' on the strange tree-It's the great wise owl
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| Join me in The Land of Howls |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Spell , by - Killah Priest. Song from the album The Psychic World of Walter Reed, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп