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I spit that floating Pentagram, my beard resemble Baphomet Black hoodie with a black robe and the staff of death Mullets and mustaches, tiger print muscle tees Hustle Gs, a drug dealer's dream is a hundred keys Enter the Supercoven, shoot your mother, Joe Fixit, coke bricks & Scopes click into rifles, approach business Like a octopus, duck down when the shotgun bust Cannibal Hulk equal vodka multiplied by dust Superhuman strength, lift cars and save little kids' lives Like Ol' Dirty Bastard in his prime I'm a Menace to a society that can not define me I'm so high right now I can't even define what high means Haha, I feel I have a greater purpose though Spit that purple dro, murder flow like the Kurtis Blow Gun warm in my palm although my arm's cold What awaits me in the beyond, only God knows Anton LaVey had a pet lion, I'ma get rich or dead trying On them projects steps with the sket iron Ops get rocked & robbed, to the mouth of God Pop the fuck off like Al Shabaab My killers ugly like Joe Cocker Rock you to sleep like cold vodka You in the trunk now all chopped off I'm Father Yod with the hang glider With 14 wives battle for whose pussy tighter SongtexteMy killers ugly like Joe Cocker Rock you to sleep like cold vodka You in the trunk now all chopped off I'm Father Yod with the hang glider With 14 wives battle for whose pussy tighter I'm like [?] in '86, Camaros, came to lynch your pharaos Trigger finger, styrofoam or potato barrels [?] Jumping out refrigerators [?] I have to kill cause I think it [?] Starving bitches on the razor carpet [?] My killas ugly like Joe [?] Rock you to sleep like cold rocker You in the trunk now or chopped off [?] with the hang glider [?] battle for whose puss are tighter My killas ugly like Joe [?] Rock you to sleep like cold rocker You in the trunk now or chopped off [?] with the hang glider [?] battle for whose puss are tighter Aus Songtexte Mania