I spit on behalf of my death cult
Made of millions of morbid angels
Standing in a burning church in
Norway lost in hatred
Of course Satan smiles through the
Face of a child
Who's born with the number of the
Devil scraped into his scalp
We don’t like [F]none of y’all [Em]at all
My 'F*ck your mother in the mouth' type
Of dawgs might write this song
Triple X bitches call [Em]me and [Bm]invite me home
They ɾun up on [C7]me on [C7]the
Stɾeet in then invite me dome
I spit the tɾuth for [Dm7]the youth movement
It’s goon [C7]music
Engineered to [C7]make you [A7bang your
Motherfucking head to [C7]it
Earn chips, live fast lives and [Bm]spit flames
Then burn bitches with crackpipes
Like Rick James ill Bill
I’m from Brooklyn where the stars are born
I make drug music plus I be [Am]involved in porn
I be [Am]the chosen like
Robby Benson [C7]beyond comprehension
Holding a toaster like [F]Bronson [C7]in Death Wish
Black metal, I cock back ɾeact thorough
En la botánica con [C7]el santero
Black mask, white ɾobe, shrouded in peril
Trapped me in the war between
God and [Bm]the Devil
I know a babalawo who cuts chicken heads
I f*ck chicken heads man that
Santeria shit is fucking wild
I’m feeling like [F]my [A]time ɾunning out
I’m the middle of the block guns
Drawn when they gun it down
I break speed limit's on [C7]the highway to [C7]Hell
They got [Fm7]the Devil chasing me tɾying
To give me life without bail
I drink spirit's and [Bm]smoke form for [Dm7]medicine
And inhale elements of sickle cell
You can catch me in the hood like [F]VD
That Sixth Side Stɾeet shit homes and
We ain’t deal with the PD
The most hated on [C7]the block with no greatest
Crash through the storm and
Attack the storm ɾaiders
I shoot the shit with Shaman
My spirit is still starving
Imagine all [Em]the shit that my
Soul famine is causing
Knife-carving nine on [C7]the psychos
At night swarming
I fight to [C7]be [Am]ɾighteous but
The murder is more calm
I been forced to [C7]fulfill a
Dark and [Bm]hateful agarro
And was [Am7]born the son [C7]of a Satan santero
Burn black candles for [Dm7]a black Sabbath
After the fact the priest converted
Her to [C7]a crack addict
It’s flat madness with black
Gats and [Bm]black magic
Sit and [Bm]watch the death of
Faces and [Bm]laugh at it
With two white pale goth bitches
Lost in an orgy
And you [A7too could subscribe [Am]for
The cost of a forty
I got [Fm7]the blood of the faceless pagans on [C7]me
A sacred place praying to
Raise a Haitians army
The Babalawo wolf from Brooklyn in all [Em]white
White fitted, white Nikes
Moving that pure white all [Em]night
Make a bruha scream chango and
F*ck their brains out
Your ice crucifix won’t save you
Tuck your chains now
Between heaven and [Bm]hell
Pa’ arriba y pa’ abajo
Knowing the devil it'self vamos pa’l carajo