Witches Teeth
This is a fifteen year old boy
Who also wanted to be special
Before hanging himself, he wrote on
His body, "I'm coming home
Master" and "Satan Lives! 666" The
Book was the Satanic Bible by Anton
Lavey after Scott Waterhouse's trial
Both the prosecution
And the victim's father claimed
That although the
Satanic Bible did not condone violence
Waterhouse had interpreted it that way
The book made you feel "Do what
You want to do" and the
Heck what everyone elsе wants and
I believe that had a
Lot to do with it it triеs
To make it'self innocuous but
If you actually read it and
Believe it to the letter
It's a very dangerous manifesto
Yeah! One-two!
Look!
They got my akhi with a Ziploc
That's what happen when them D
Boys move to whip wop
It's a bullshit blicky, mine greater in size
A killer always a killer B
It stay in his eyes
It's three of y'all, it's one of me
I'll play with the odds
Sometime you pray backwards B
And Satan replies
This is something you can't study
You know you got rare when
You eatin' your steak bloody
I see an opp and it's off with they heads
They y'all go see the kid wildin'
Like I'm off of my meds
You like Lefty talking to Donnie
You talking to feds
I'm a Joe Spinell dirtbag walking the edge
The plug talkin' white he
Ain't speakin' of Caucasian
It's a pale blue dot and
I'm meeting with Carl Sagan
I've got hitters and that mean that
You get murked by whoever
Just because we workin' don't mean
That we working together
Yo! Trump faced Baphomet mask of death
Blood stained pump sprays at your head
Guns blaze at your friend
Green fiend pop the dude
Extreme like Mountain Dew
Or Hitler experiments, German bitches
Belgian Pis burners with extended clips
Embalming fluid Newports
With the extended drippety drip
It's litty lit
Enter a palace that's draped with blasphemia
An ambience beyond the dons and
The gods of the mafia
The dealer and pimp, butcher like DJ Polo
Burn the ozone
Still activist but that how we homegrown
I make bail
My face on the screen like Al Israel
Beverly Hills Ninja sleeves on scales
Hail the kitchen stove
Got an acetone with the tooty stiff
Refrigerator Perry holds weight
Fuck it I came prepared
Like Faces of Death on VHS cut
And drain you like blessed death
Seven shots cut through your chest
Blizzards of bullets, lizards with mullets
They've gotten bold lately they
Been shapeshiftin' in public
Swammy in the granny bag where my shooters at
My day ones never have to
Tell them who to clap medusa in the plate
Truck like the back signal
Black pistols blast hit you
Hollow missile crash into
Last thing you see Travis Bickle Mohawk
Blast the pistol blow your dome off
Lit like a blow torch
Zoot suit's, Ace Frehley boots, pagan truths
80's shots come near you moon roof
It's LaVey on juice
We will die kings, microdots under my eyelids
Burn Thai stick, Pyrex fridge, oven side dish
Pushing bundles on Uber drivers
Two for fives, mandatory suicide
Uncle Howie shoot that on joyrides
Goons night out after drive bys
We go to shoot 'em like wise guys
Piano wire straight through the eyes
