Skeptics Apocalypse (Demo)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Cut the lamb with seven horns, seven eyes and seven blessings My chest covered with twenty pounds, fully connected The specialist, the American terrorist Send you to major dispensers, so the population is shrinking Bombs and moccasins, I'm 'bout it like Tim Ozmon Cinematography, I paint pictures like Reaganomics Some underground like Cheney bunkers and cures for Hodgkins My goons fly to New York strictly to cop Rugers Under the radar, we paranoid type but still ruthless Constellations align when you get the right shooters Grandpops, he died in his room wearin' my blue Pumas We lost students, Hashem losin' the boar Judas Buried him in his favorite suit, at 50 grams Forty love with the casket, I said goodbye and kissed his hand My heart pumps strychnine, my hate vegetates From Times Square to Tehran we detonate [Chorus x2] My cult poppin' that Glock, my cult worship Satan My cult loves being watched, my cult carve your face in My cult huggin' the block, my cult devastation My cult World War Gore, no time for elevation [Interlude] Uh, I dealt with the boy, that previously who wanted to kill me, uh, the name of the demon that was inside the young man, was named Azrael, I later found out that Azrael was Lucifer's personal death angel, knowing that, then I also found out that the same name has a cat on the Smurfs?, and what his primary objective is to catch this Smurfs? and kill him, from guarding him What appeared to be highly secretive groups committing criminal acts, includin' murder. First, let's examine self-styled Satanists like Ricky Kasso, often, they're teenagers who learned that the message of Satanism is for sale, right in the neighborhood - Hail Satan - Hail Satan! - We shall offer you a sacrifice and talk to you [?], the destruction of human beings [Verse 2] Celebratin' blood orgies and witch doctors I don't rep for Scientologists, I ain't buyin' their product Travolta flies you to Mars in his jet, you can ride for 80 mill' IFO's with laser beams and shady grills Bloods and Crips got cocaine for CIA Colombian farmers got 85 cents a day Sammy Davis fucked Jane up in LaVey's crib I wish I had the footage when JMJ was fuckin' killed Glenwood Projects thrash, to pallbearers Skate like ball bearings Cult kids, we Porsche grabbers Sports handlers, acid tabs, Willy Wonkas You get your brain squashed out lookin' like chimichangas Graphite powder, fingerprints depicted Burglary victims, my projects murder for new prescriptions [Chorus x2] [Interlude] And, uh, books, primarily, extreme is the important part And, finally, music, which is found here in the neighborhood record store, under the category of "Heavy Metal Music" [Outro] I know, that you don't love me I don't care (I don't care) There are many, girls like you, everywhere (Everywhere) So why don't you leave me alone Come on I don't care (I don't care) Oh no, no, no Everywhere (Everywhere) Yes, there's girls just like you I know, you don't want my hoh no more But I don't care (I don't care) Man, what's healthy about sellin' a nice diss after this? [Three on a Meathook (1972) Outro] - You can't be around women, crazy things happen when you get involved, like what you did after your ma died, do you want me to send you up on your uncle's farm in Ohio like I did then? - It ain't gonna happen this time, pa, she's a real nice girl, spent the whole day together, I'm alright now, I know I am - That's what you said night before last, and I wound up buryin' four girls yesterday