I rave up in the grave
Bitch you know what the fuck is up
Fallen angels want to play the dice
I be the devil's son
Bloody mary chokin' on the semen
Eat the fuckin' cum
Antichrist up in this bitch
I put the seed right in the cunt
Body bag for the bitch
Get dead, with the stitch
So fake, cut the shit
You say, get a grip
Get down on your knees
Lay down rest in peace
Holly mother knows I'm killing sinners
I'm here for the feast
I was talkin' to the devil
On a motherfuckin' flip phone
Pardon me, how Jesus going?
Motherfucker's dead, gone
Killed that bitch, his veins stopped flowing
Sleeping under grave stone, smoked this bitch
He gone, and you'll be callin' me a big smoke
It's that nine to yo dome
What you, what you gonna do bitch (goodbye)
It's that nine to yo dome
What you, what you gonna do bitch (goodbye)
Yuh, I'm coming with the desert eagle
Straight up in yo town
I be creepin' in the night so you can't even hear a sound
Shoot my pistol pistol, than I put the demons on the ground
I'm so sick of burning churches
So I turn it all around
Body bag for the bitch
Get dead, with the stitch
So fake, cut the shit
You say, get a grip
Get down on your knees
Lay down rest in peace
Holly mother knows I'm killing sinners
I'm here for the feast
Creep in the silence
Embrace the violence
Don't call the sirens
Wait for your guidance
