Devil Shit

I summoned the prince of darkness. By the power of the act we seal one sweet and faithful night.

He is our most frightening symbol of evil; The tempter the soul snatcher who goes by many names. (Satan Lucifer come out).

Tonight is a blue moon and Friday the 13th.

An auspicious night for satanist who are into dark magic

And the ancient practice of calling the devil to work

I′m meeting with a man who calls himself a high priest of the first church of Satan.

Thanks to the internet he is a shadowing mentor for the thousands of kids he communicates with online

See I worship devil shit to keep the demons in my head

Close my eyes and now Im sweatin toss and turnin im my bed

Making homicides, demons fly as I increase my high

Satan Now Appears but just in shadow and its time to ride

Slowly rub my eyes to clear my head cuz Im not seein straight

Lucifer repeats "its time to go" but still I hesitate

Rubbin And Washin My Hands Right on my jeans cuz theres a bloody mess

Figurin out what did I do to get these cutts all on my hands and chest

Feelin so satanic in a panic and Im full of rage

Now Im placed in prison locked away up at an early age

So I grab and cock my Glock and get my ass up on the creep

Niggas talkin shit about my click I'll burry six feet deep

Walkin into the living room and call my roomates to the den

Then I start to buck and leave them buckas shoot up all my friends

Now Im lurkin cautiously

I hope that jesus calls and says " for eternally the evil pimp gon be

The devils slave

See I Worship Devil Shit, You bustas best not fuck with dis

See I Worship Devil Shit, Ill Put you bitches in a ditch Cresent Moon Up In the Night And Now The Evil Pimp Appears

Families In A Panic cuz their family members disappear

Horror Bloody Scene From The king of this evil shit

Brain Gon Splat on walls homicides I brutally comit

Put you in a bag with toe tags and then I start to drag

So dont fuck with me especially when hold the 40 mag

Just like Im chris cringle slate boe jingle from this plastic nine

Went ta park and stacked you like a pringle so dont fuck with mine

And the gun I hold tight in my hand increases murda rates

Pop them twice and watch the blood bitch as i sold them from their fate

Make my way to church so I can quickly clear my soul

Devils gotta hold won′t let go and I can pray no more

And ho I should mention ain't no fiction wake you from your sleep

Mentally intention for the mention leave you six feet deep

Gotta couple tattoes now you actin like a killa

Imma leave you tatted up floatin upside down in river

See I Worship Devil Shit, You bustas best not fuck with dis

See I Worship Devil Shit, Ill Put you bitches in a ditch