Lyrics

[Verse] I'm blowin' on a Backwood stuffed with psychiatrics Coughin' with a hack like a playa out of practice Twenty in my nose, whatever get it done the fastest Eyes closed, praying for apocalypse disasters No gods, no masters, no befores, no afters Ugly Mane'll make you disappear just like the Rapture Dodging destiny, still, that coffin like a bed to me The voices spoke incessantly, my pride is what they fed to me Tried to read the messages but words was wrote illegibly Hennessy suppressing all my memories Mirror showed me glimpses of the enemies possessing me Toxic thought telepathy, living legacy Rocking weapons like accessories, dying for supremacy Really we're significant as centipedes Crawl around the Earth with no identities You're not special, don't pretend to be Your tendencies are so predictable, it's difficult to remedy I could read a billion books, still not know what pill I took I could have a million guns, still walk with Achilles' foot [Outro] Sympathy for Satan, and the sorrows of Satan Sympathy for Satan, and the sorrows of Satan Sympathy for Satan, and the sorrows of Satan Sympathy for Satan, and the sorrows of Satan Sympathy for Satan, and the sorrows of Satan