Ceremonies In The Dark

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Baker Phonk] This cult shit will forever reign These words I spit into your brain Into your mind and start to claim Your soul is now what I shall gain Feel the wrath of my craft, your so-called evil makes me laugh Take a look into my eyes and you will see this angel's wrath Just a white boy trying to make it in this game called life Pussy bitches talk a lot but I know they don't wanna fight Never slipping, won't take a loss Devil pimp from Florida swamps Bust up bitches, learn the game, I'm here to claim, so don't you cross In my eyes, in my eyes see the madness that's inside Since a young-ing been neglected, sеaled the pain deep in my mind Got no love, got no hеart, this hate I felt right from the start I ain't here to be your friend, came from the pits to spit these bars Evilness, wickedness, R.I.P Lord Infamous Never will I let this die, forever I'll spit Devil Shyt In your honor I will throw these verses up, this biblical Ceremonies in the dark, in the dungeon's where I roam Reminiscing on the past and all the bullshit I've been through Can't forget those tough times and all the dumb shit that I do This hate I speak is meant for you, I ain't friendly with your kind You's a coward and a fake, bitch, I can see it in your eyes [Verse 2: Steezy Ant] Social fame cost my brothers, now I'm heartless 'til the end Can't be happy, can't enjoy, never will I pretend Talking all that fucking shit but you never held a fucking gat Steezy real, held a tone, busted domes, broke their bones Steady whipping the cold chrome, had no home Had no money, you don't know what I've been through Others turn they coward backs even when they claim we was cool Did ceremonies in the dark, forever tatted with the mark Evil mark of the beast and yes, darkness is my main art Use your blood to paint a portrait like I am Vincent Van Gogh Busters bark but got no bite, yes, they are talking tough for sure Start the flow, feeling stronger every time Smoke the green, blow it, I'm going crazy out my mind So, you better stay in line, came to put in hella work And I put in hella time, worship fire, worship flames Raise the beast of many names, keep it real, fuck the lames So, fuck you and all your claims Time is up for playing games [Verse 3: Da Evilist] Banging virgin pussy in the middle of a pentagram Blood stains on my dick, razor blade in hand Slowly slice across her neck, the seance now commands Light the torch, call in force, spread evil across the land Evilist, Evilist, why you so crazy? Maybe 'cause I was dropped on my head as a baby Fuck this bitch 'til I hear her last breath Fuck this bitch 'til I see her eyes meet death Some say it must be the drugs, maybe life without no hugs Ain't shit, just love the feel of warm blood Mystic hits out the bong Darkness taking over me like the fog Corpses riding right next to me Smell the stench of deaths disease In the hole six feet deep where them demons sleep Stealing dreams of horrors from evils wicked sheep Waking from the madness, out the graveyard to the streets