[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
I bit the fruit, open my eye, divide the truth from the lies
Evil rabbis with suit and ties
On Palm Sundays, no longer Mondays, I stay calm on Tuesdays
While crews are sprayed on fatal Wednesdays
As friends lay in coffins
I made it through abortion and move with caution
The mid-night offerin, then deep knifes
The peace pipes at nights
Religious sacrifice, pay entice to an anti-Christ
White Rose when readin scrolls by dark souls taking strolls
Around the solar system, the wisdom of the fortune teller
From the depths of a scorching cellar
Hide his face with the umbrella
And once the night falls, fill the synagogues
Holdin feast to the golden beast in the tabernacle
Shackled by the son of a jackal with the face of a pterodactyl
Know you not that G who wasn't cursed, see
And unworthy for the mercy
Since Eve and Adam had a polluted orgasm
Causes cramps and back spasm
Words shift in sex, the wage is as sin as death
Condemns the flesh, they worshipped black ravens
Engraving idols, giving heed to Pagan titles
Send men raging in rivals, reading all sorts of bibles for survival
Death haunts the mental, the evil that the men do
The red dots of the Hindu, the serpent tattoo
The witches brew, the priest's voodoo
The black magic, the Devil Sabbath
Taboo, religious practice from the hourglasses
The crystal ball, the magic wand
Then step beyond the Wrath of Kahn
Many are called but few are chosen
I bit the fruit, open my eye, divide the truth from the lies
Evil rabbis with suit and ties
On Palm Sundays, no longer Mondays, I stay calm on Tuesdays
While crews are sprayed on fatal Wednesdays
As friends lay in coffins
I made it through abortion and move with caution
The mid-night offerin, then deep knifes
The peace pipes at nights
Religious sacrifice, pay entice to an anti-Christ
White Rose when readin scrolls by dark souls taking strolls
Around the solar system, the wisdom of the fortune teller
From the depths of a scorching cellar
Hide his face with the umbrella
And once the night falls, fill the synagogues
Holdin feast to the golden beast in the tabernacle
Shackled by the son of a jackal with the face of a pterodactyl
Know you not that G who wasn't cursed, see
And unworthy for the mercy
Since Eve and Adam had a polluted orgasm
Causes cramps and back spasm
Words shift in sex, the wage is as sin as death
Condemns the flesh, they worshipped black ravens
Engraving idols, giving heed to Pagan titles
Send men raging in rivals, reading all sorts of bibles for survival
Death haunts the mental, the evil that the men do
The red dots of the Hindu, the serpent tattoo
The witches brew, the priest's voodoo
The black magic, the Devil Sabbath
Taboo, religious practice from the hourglasses
The crystal ball, the magic wand
Then step beyond the Wrath of Kahn
Many are called but few are chosen
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