| Before ligaments and fridges | 
| The triple six digits religion | 
| Might sacrifice pigeon’s fidget | 
| Was created by ancient midgets | 
| My kamikaze cronies | 
| Listening to Ozzy over Rick Rock’s chords | 
| Doing quasi religious ceremonies | 
| I see with the Alseek | 
| Curse you into paralysis | 
| Drinking blood from the chalice with Alice the Growley | 
| I feel no guilt, for the blood that got spilt | 
| Fuck thou shall not kill, do or dowt wilt! | 
| Skeeming on Rosemary’s baby in witches shrine | 
| My cult’ll leave you shocked like Polanksky in 69 | 
| Introduce you to hallucogenic narcotics | 
| Bathing you with females rocking psychodelic bell bottoms | 
| Fu-Manchu in effect | 
| Banging spoons like Uri Geller | 
| Then I’ll sharpen the ends | 
| And juks you in the neck | 
| 67 stab wounds in the lubyankas | 
| Allows you to sip droplets from the goblets of Pompous conquerers | 
| Javel and dagger | 
| Author of death | 
| Virgins with big breasts | 
| Soldiers of morbid thoughts | 
| Non-indulgent incest | 
| Bring me the goat, manipulating woman on dope | 
| Kidnap the pope | 
| Hang from the rope | 
| And strapped in the throat | 
| I’ll spill your blood in the name of Satan | 
| And capture your soul | 
| Author of sacrifice, you’ll survive the bashing your skull | 
| The master within the code | 
| Authors of math | 
| Step in my chapel of goons | 
| My collection of scalpels and tools | 
| And used for ritualistic and sadistic purposes | 
| Cermonial death | 
| Serpin the ancient verses | 
| But Zeus possesses his sister | 
| Masterbating in the monastary | 
| She used the crucifix to pop a cherry | 
| Perverted priest, flirt with the deceased | 
| The black mass is achieved | 
| Shadowy figures joyfully dance with the beast | 
| Hunger for human flesh, is sex to cannibal’s feast | 
| Head of the jackal, six figure hand is complete | 
| 20 hits in the womb melt | 
| Get those with the black acid | 
| Kidnapping your wife | 
| Tape safe depositories in plastic | 
| Candle smashing ariolas | 
| Cold as a bastard | 
| Torn from a casket | 
| Human flesh gets scorned into ashes | 
| Pray to Satan like Jimmy Page | 
| Take a stage of blood | 
| Covered the following | 
| Bloods led by mercedes gloves | 
| The yalo drive, from up in the hills | 
| Californication of pills | 
| Triple six engraved in your fucking gills | 
| We’re real wifey | 
| Made eat the whole cake | 
| Worship a ghost state | 
| Puncture your throat with chunks of Colgate | 
| Launching the craig | 
| And cutting his thoughts in the first day | 
| The surgeon of hate | 
| I’m licensed to keep my nurses okay | 
| Unwrapping the vague | 
| Kevorkian, but dusting the? | 
| Hellaways pussies | 
| The podium | 
| Molest your remains | 
| I’m like Brian Wilson, the genius, with a stain of crimson | 
| Original, dillusional | 
| Goons, we move through the system | 
| Enter the master witchdoctor | 
| Evil emperor of my chance | 
| Will anoint the dead | 
| And poison heads | 
| And brainwash a chant | 
| I envision baptism | 
| With satanic mechanisms | 
| Each exorcism, reads the deep flesh incisions | 
| My system of worship | 
| Features bitches in skirts | 
| I should purify my pretty | 
| Before they are visciously murked | 
| We note the impregnated, corrupt the average slut | 
| Stab the gut and quickly sent the miscarriage from cups | 
| Hide the leader of Senchin | 
| Along with evil henchman | 
| Puking down your throat, because your soul needed cleansing | 
| Blood painted pentagrams | 
| Engulfed by flames | 
| Charcoal chunks of frames | 
| We feast on monkey brains | 
| Calmly cutting down your spine | 
| Now we’re chugging blood of wine | 
| Choke and suffocate what’s wine | 
| The fucking suffering is divine | 
| While tranquilizing needles get stuck up in your arm | 
| Sacrificial animals get abducted from the farm |