"When the devil buys a soul he marks the person's flesh, so we will know him. Leave such a mark, his prick no blood will flow, no pain be felt."

Ski mask on the borders (pen dragon)
I'm at the alter, yo fuck this, this straight from the kitchen stove top (word)
Wet and damp in the baggies (Blak Church. ??)

Check this out (wizard)

This that 80's first crack hit
Head alarm bells
My shit spaced out
Broadcast outlandish like Art Bell
Shoot me in the face, dumb in art hell
Extract pulmonary muscles from chest plates cuz I'm heartfelt
Bar bending bench pressing cars and barbells
Critics baffled, it's like fans are under a dark spell
I'm rolling like pigs on sticks over pits spinning
Spitting at pigs with my arms held
Dread bolted, earth vexing death token
Milk liver spirit withdraw
On a bed smoking
Man whore alert
Hi tit heads
My cult lit, like church burnings in the Midwest
I camp out near slumber parties, I'm intense
I'm playing house with the kids dead
Werewolf hoarder like Nick Shreck
Fuck a teenybopper, I'm a Catholic popper
Poison ?? blotter
Hanging from a ??
Microdots the size of Gobstoppers
Columbine graduate, um that's not my locker
I'm fucked up on the set like Dennis Hopper
These pills are for the back pain
Watching puddled blood cascade
Muzzle blood, half faced
Dunce cap, my back to classmates
Backstage I'm sweating beads like a trapper in a crack raid
Smoking Myrtle piff, my flutes a work rotted on fertile pits
I'm sailing over coughs of depression oceans and crumbled percocets
Moon walking through turbulence
I'm a weather beaten ship with dust, rust, soot and loft, and dirt on deck
Black flag, bird of death
One twin dead in the womb, one twin kicking murderous
Tough crowd, so what now
It's straight nonsense, bong breath
I be living out garages

Mock that

"Will you make my bed soon? For I'm sick to the heart, and I fain would lie down."