Yo yo Twist. We got about like 25 albums man. I'm on that Rifkin sh**. Break the pill down. All windows open, all doors shut All these bodies I got fans be like "he probably bragging" For decades on the low I been putting b**hes to sleep like Lonnie Franklin Fluoride firmament I'm at Crowhaven Farm with a warlock coven Hands joined worshiping before ma**ive serpent glyphs Under the moon Diana at axis with her brother, who made Earth exist Attend psychic ceremonies in observatories of stones circling I dug up the skeleton of Gerald Gardner To refurnish it Around stress, I choke out ten brunettes by a college campus in South Bend Stalking down fems I'll exorcism my town On my property attempting to have my house cleansed Clouds allowed this I'm up next Head carver, chest carved up
Grim Reaper with a k**er mustache like Greg Scarpa You all rapping on gla** mics I'm treacherous as Ca**o with the gas pipe Like mirrors at a coke party I'm here reflecting on mad lines I'll punch a Mac Truck into traffic and make it jackknife You a waste You d** in a toilet flushed, gun oil bust They all gave us a cycle that k**ed for tin foil crumbs I'm up from the soil with rage of ancient boiled blood Delusional my head dead and vacant Still convinced I was only sent to a hospital to test medication I slither with the shadow made by the creeping sun Family weekend fun By the lake they laid their hands on me and started speaking tongues Cruising the states with a carca** Me and my girl bonded by murder, we the new Suzan and James Carson