I got these horns protruding from my forehead
Another inch grown, that’s a couple “Hmm? Maybe more dead”
The gore spreads even though I hate to admit it
That every stab my skin splits and it f#ckin’ hurts like sh#t
Let me get an Ibuprofen, I’ve been smoking hellfire and brimstone
Keep it hot like a stovetop
On the throne that Satan sits on
I been on the devil’s sh#t murdering, I f#cking love it
Mama said they try to kill me if I eventually die in public
f#ck it, my victims, they try and trip ’em
A demon, no, not rеally
I’m Tim Curry in Legend, a black villain
Gon’ deal with thе spite tonight, I’ll make your b#tch polish ’em
I broke a rat’s cheeks, flask sip out the collagen
Upon us sit God, there’s a Dark Kabbalah
No using prayers so don’t bother on Allah
Ritual of Six, blood drips from my sickle tip
No guns equipped, f#ck a pistol, you’ll get sigil whipped
A thousand ghosts all alive in my soul
No flesh on my bones and my heart is a crow
False body, eyeballs attached to glasses
I can take ’em out, refill two sockets full of maggots
And if you come to my door on some religious sh#t
I kill you on the porch and hope Jehovah witness it
Cut off the top of your skull, expose your brain
Leave you crucified outside and pray that it rains
I come with a message
From the opps that will leave you in messes
‘Til somebody’s b#tches confesses
You get the horns, now watch as I address this
Creatures swarm, evil starts to form
Family members mourn ’cause someone got the horns
Mask been torn, you’ll wish you wasn’t born
From murder to p#rn, you ’bout to get the horns
Like the son, I’m prodigal
My methods, methodical
Mob is the way, let us pray Alla Xul
On a throne made of bones with the mob I rule
Black & Decker must be the way I rock my tool
Helter Skelter, cannons gonna melt ya
Enter Freddy Krueger, torture rack Luger
Not planning on your future, grin before I shoot ya
A witness means nothing with a mask like a Lucha
Long Live Evil looking through the peephole
Knockin’ on your door, ’bout to execute these people
Obey, like Bill, like Joe, I’m ill
I carve like Lee with blades of steel
Put you in my bas#ment, opposite a horn
Glad you got the message, ’cause now you get the horns
Hey Uncle Buk! You didn’t pay for this verse
But I guess we traded so it works
Just know that when it’s played in reverse
Xuligans appear in any competition, getting placed in a hearse
Freddy Krueger dream house made by Kenner [I play with dolls!
Don’t you talk and assume my gender!
My favorite X-Man is Caitlyn Jenner
Right in her future, I’ma go on a bender
But wait I’m off topic, I’m on one
I cut you from your p#ss# to your throat
And then called SCUM, bragged about it
I’m a life ender, shout out to the Menace
Take pictures of my puke and then I post them to Pinterest
I come with a message
From the opps that will leave you in messes
‘Til somebody’s b#tches confesses
You get the horns, now watch as I address this
Creatures swarm, evil starts to form
Family members mourn ’cause someone got the horns
Mask been torn, you’ll wish you wasn’t born
From murder to p#rn, you ’bout to get the horns
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