[Verse 1: Necro]
Before ligaments in fridges, the triple six digits religion
Where sacrifice pigeon's fidget was created by ancient midgets
My kamikaze cronies, listen to Ozzy
Over Rick Rozz 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 shalt not kill, do what thou wilt!
Scheming on Rosemary's Baby in witch's 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 jux you in the neck
67 stab wounds in the LaBiancas
Allows you to sip droplets from the goblets of Pompous conquerors
[Verse 2: ILL BILL]
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, serving the ancient verses
Pazuzu possesses a sister masturbatin' 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!
Before ligaments in fridges, the triple six digits religion
Where sacrifice pigeon's fidget was created by ancient midgets
My kamikaze cronies, listen to Ozzy
Over Rick Rozz 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 shalt not kill, do what thou wilt!
Scheming on Rosemary's Baby in witch's 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 jux you in the neck
67 stab wounds in the LaBiancas
Allows you to sip droplets from the goblets of Pompous conquerors
[Verse 2: ILL BILL]
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, serving the ancient verses
Pazuzu possesses a sister masturbatin' 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!
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