Satanic Verses

Lyrics

[Goodfellas (1990) Intro] - The fuck you lookin' at? Come on, make that coffee to go, let's go - What the fuck you doin'? It's a joke, a joke, put the fuckin' pata in, you ain't gonna take the coffee! [Verse 1] Thugs cry blood, supported by the hemp and the guns Y'all tempt me to flip, so morbid when I empty the clip It's awful how we decorate your coffin, send me the clit We celebrate with Henny blood shakes, now render me sick Whatever ya fix, get fitted with a milli or chrome Rap Vinnie Jones, I dis-attach, snatch from the bone And ate the last witnesses, K'd out on medicine Health nut, crush up my wheat germ, chase it with heroin Guerrilla biscuits, bustin' your windpipes into splinters Another thing that corpsepaint in the frost of the Winter Circle of Tyrants, rockin' inverted cross iced-out Blood Farmer, two in your face, get erased, lights out Spikes out for dish rags, keep 'em on the hip like shit bags You don't want it, fag, get left in the bubble, covered, my shooter fair State bent, like breathin' rubber, so be advised Lucifer's Rising, the Invocation of My Demon Brother [Verse 2] Twenty hits and the room melts, get dosed with the black acid Kidnappin' your wife, tape suppositories in plastic The candle smashin' areolas, cold as a bastard Torn from a casket, human flesh gets scorned to ashes Pray to Satan like Jimmy Page, take a stage of blood Covens of followers, bloods led by Miss Sadie Glutz Cielo Drive, from up in the hills, Californication in pills Triple six engraved in your fuckin' gills We reeled wifey, made her eat the whole cake Worship a ghost state, puncture her throat like chunks of Colgate Lunch in the crate and cutting his thumps in the first day The surgeon of hate, I'm licensed, keep my nurses on K I'm unwrapping the vague, Kevorkian with dust in the J Hell Awaits, pussy, the podium molest your remains I'm like Brian Wilson, the genius with a stain of crimson Original, delusional goons, we move through the system [Verse 3] Barn of the Naked Dead Garnish your flesh, carving your head Me and the Coven starve women 'til they're orange and red Take creep pictures, renounced, I'm the young Keith Richards I'll turn a MILF evil, feed her some Speed with killer mixtures Writin' Bibles like I'm Anton We slime buckets, where sluts get gutted, fucked and punched With they're tampons, a blood fetish A monster with grimace like Al Fish A moment of silence the count is about to asphyx Playin' God is such a thrill for me My young ministry with six women becomin' uninhibited, they kill for me The God of Love, I leave scars and misery See, letting these women go don't make sense, it's a sin to me The night surgeon, I flip it like Christ Inversion Welcome to Hell, we sellin' souls right in person The gore merchant, murder for pigs is always worth it Express Mail, set my panties and bloody kerchiefs [Verse 4] You on all 4's, candle stuck to your back like gauze I'd rather make a lampshade of your skin, tack you to walls It's when the boredom sets in, pull out my axe from the stall Howie pops up enough Paxil to last us 'til fall The Wizard of Gore, diminished like your skull with a saw Emotionless Serotonin finished like cripples and dwarves God hates us all so we burn churches, your mouth's a urinal, bitch Blazin' the Deep Purple, I'll hurt you on purpose Never got shit handed to me The silver spoon is only used to cook the lotto? imported, you kids are fantasies We sick goons, we don't give a fuck what you say Above the law gettin' apologies straight from DA's Playaz Ball, killa coked out, chokes of Berretta schemes If I don't blow up, this lab is a kitchen for methamphetamines The wall's closin' in, too much to fight Pay-Per-View suicide, we all die tonight