Crime Wave Tehran

Warning signs of satanic behavior may
Be apparent such as
A sudden bitterly antagonistic
Attitude towards family and religion
A drastic decline in academic performance
A reclusive behavior pattern and listening
Exclusively to heavy metal
Rock music almost to the point of addiction
When one or more of these
Warning signs are evident
You should look further for ritual items such
As a pentagram or other satanic symbols
Black or
Red rose, a decorative dagger or knife, a
Chalice or goblet, black candles
A personal diary with a black cover
Which is called a book of
Shadows, and copies of publications
Such as The satanic
Bible and the satanic rituals, and possibly
A small makeshift altar
If you discover items such as these
Experts advise that you contact your local
Law enforcement agency at once

This is Boxcutter business
This is blade in the hand
I'm pulling rank on you
Muhfuckas–chain of command
This Moroccan feds akhi
This is granules of sand
This is made of pure linen
This is ancient Iran
Notre Dame sign, Quasimodo and shit
The magazine empty out
I'm reloadin' the shit
It was no fair, I was tryna live in the now
Mama scared
I ain't goin' to her crib through a while
This the master builder, this the Yamisaki
Have a bunch of hitters clap
You from the Kawasaki
Epuki givin' footage to D's
That's what happen when you can't see
The wood for the trees
A couple rounds popped into his visage
How can an unpolished mirror
Reflect an image?
It's always motion, action and devotion
And you ain't thinkin' homie
You reactin' off emotion put your vest on
Little homie put your vest on
Put your vest on
I'ma shooter motherfucker, put your vest on
Put your vest on
I got bullets for you partner
Put your vest on yo, put your vest on

The maiden bathin' in a clear
Pool of fresh water
This the hierophant's chalice
This the next slaughter
Perpendicular of the pyramid dress altar
I was taught the brazen bull
Is the best torture
If it ain't one thing, it's another
And I don't wait for motion
I'm a different muhfucka
Fools die, Mario Puzo
They slumped him like Angelo Bruno
He saw the Iron Ages like a Canaanite
It's bags of trees here, vegetation heist
You say my name, I'm fucking you up
Y'all are clout-chasin' homie and
Enough is enough gun brawls, hand-to hand
Homie it's whatever
It's talking and it's action
And nobody live forever
So get yourself a blicky and chill
Or the ox is coming out, buck 50 is grill
Toma! Put your vest on
Little homie put your vest on
Put your vest on
I'ma shooter, motherfucker, put your vest on
Put your vest on
I got bullets for you partner
Put your vest on yo, put your vest on