Nirvana

Before ligaments and fridges, the triple six digits religion

Might sacrifice pigeon's fidget was created by ancient midgets

My kamikaze cronies, listen to Ozzy

Over Rick Ross' chords during quasi religious ceremonies

I see what the owl see curse you into paralysis

Drinking blood from the chalice with Alistair Crowley

I feel no guilt, for the blood that got spilt

Fuck thou shall not kill, do what thou wilt!

Scheming on Rosemary's baby in witches shrine

My cult'll leave you shocked like Polanski in '69

Introduce you to hallucinogenic narcotics

Baiting you with females rocking psychedelic bell bottoms

Fu-Manchu in effect, bending spoons like Uri Geller

Then I'll sharpen the ends and jooks you in the neck

67 stab wounds in the LaBiancas

Allows you to sip droplets from the goblets of Pompous conquerors

Table and dagger, altar of death, virgins with big breasts

Soldiers of morbid thoughts, nuns indulging in incest

Bring me the goat, manipulating women on dope

Kidnap the pope, hang from the rope and stabbed in the throat

I'll spill your blood in the name of Satan and capture your soul

Altar of sacrifice, use the bible to bash in your skull

Master within your cult, authors of madness

Step into my chapel of goons, my collection of scalpels and tools

Are used for ritualistic and sadistic purposes

Ceremonial deaths, serpent the ancient verses

Pazuzu possesses a sister masturbating in the monastery

She used the crucifix to pop her 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 and the room melts, get those with the black acid

Kidnapping your wife, tape suppositories in plastic

Candle smashing areolas, cold as a bastard

Torn from a casket, human flesh gets scorned to ashes

Pray to Satan like Jimmy Page, take a stage of blood

Covered the following, bloods led by Miss Sadie Glutz

The yalo drive, from up in the hills, Californication of pills

Triple six engraved in your fucking gills

We wifey, made eat the whole cake

Worship a ghost state, puncture your throat like chunks of Colgate

Lunch in the crate and cutting his in the first day

The surgeon of hate, I'm licensed to keep my nurses on K

Unwrapping the vague, Kevorkian, with dust in the J

Hell awaits pussies the podium molest your remains

I'm like Brian Wilson, the genius, with a stain of crimson

Original, delusional 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 strip and purify my prey before they are viciously merked

We're known to impregnate, and corrupt the average slut

Stab the gut and quickly send the miscarriage from cups

Hide the leader of ascension 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 cut you down your spine now we're chugging blood of wine

Choke and suffocate with twine, the fucking suffering is divine

While tranquillizing needles get stuck up in your arm

Sacrificial animals get abducted from the farm