Intro:

- The fuck you lookin' at? Come on, make that coffee to go, let's go
- What the fuck you doin' it's a joke, a joke, put the fuckin' pata in, I ain't take the coffee!

Verse 1:

Thugs cry blood, supported by the hemp and the guns
Y'all tempt me to flip, so morbid when I empty the clip
It's awful how we decorate your coffin, send me the clit
We celebrate with Henny blood shakes, now render me sick
Whatever ya fix, get fitted with a milli a chrome
Rap Vinnie Jones, I dis-attach, snatch from the bone
And ate the last witnesses, K-ed out on medicine
Health nut, crush up my wheat germ, chase it with heroin
Guerrilla biscuits, bustin' your windpipes into splinters
Another thing that corpse paint in the frost of the winter
Circle of Tyrants, rockin' inverted cross iced-out
Blood Farmer, two in your face, get erased, lights out
Spikes out for dish rags, keep 'em on the hip like shit bags
You don't want it, fag, get left in the bubble, covered, my shooter fair
State bent, like breathin' rubber, so be advised
Lucifer's rising, the Invocation of My Demon Brother

Verse 2:
Twenty hits and the room melts, get dosed with the black acid
Kidnappin' your wife, tape suppositories in plastic
The candle smashin' 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
Covens of followers, bloods led by Miss Sadie Glutz
The Cielo Drive, from up in the hills, Californication in pills
Triple six engraved in your fuckin' gills
We reeled wifey, made her eat the whole cake
Worship a ghost state, puncture her throat like chunks of Colgate
Lunch in the crate and cutting his thumps in the first day
The surgeon of hate, I'm licensed to keep my nurses on K
I'm unwrapping the vague, Kevorkian with dust in the J
Hell Awaits, pussy, 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

Verse 3:

Barn of the Naked Dead
Garnish your flesh, carving your head
Me and the Coven starve women 'til they're orange and red
Take creep pictures, renounced, I'm the young Keith Richards
I'll turn a MILF evil, feed her some speed with killer mixtures
Writin' Bibles like I'm Anton
We slime buckets, where sluts get gutted, fucked and punched
With they're tampons, a blood fetish
A monster with grimace like Al Fish
A moment of silence the count is about to asphyx
Playin' God is such a thrill for me
My young ministry with six women becomin' uninhibited, they kill for me
The God of Love, I leave scars and misery
See letting these women go don't make sense, it's a sin to me
The night surgeon, I flip it like Christ Inversion
Welcome to Hell, we sellin' souls right in person
The gore merchant, murder for pigs is always worth it
Express mail, set my panties and bloody kerchiefs
Verse 4:

You on all 4's, candle stuck to your back like gauze
I'd rather make a lampshade of your skin, tackle you to walls
It's when the boredom sets in, pull out my axe from the stall
Howie pops up enough Paxil to last us 'til fall
The Wizard of Gore, diminished like your skull with a saw
Emotionless serotonin finished like cripples and dwarves
God hates us all so we burn churches, your mouth's a urinal bitch
Blazin' the Deep Purple, I'll hurt you on purpose
Never got shit handed to me
The silver spoon is only used to cook the lotto? imported, you kids are fantasies
We sick goons, we don't give a fuck what you say
Above the law gettin' apologies straight from DA's
Playaz Ball, killa coked out, chokes of Berretta schemes
If I don't blow up, this lab is a kitchen for methamphetamines
The wall's closin' in, too much to fight
Pay-Per-View suicide, we all die tonight