Lyrics

Blowing smoke as rain pours at the back of a night club I do the devil's work and it fits me like a tight glove The devil's definitely in me, he sent me to levy the petty Tie you to a cinder block and toss you in the jetty I sleep when the sun's out so every morning's a late night I don't want my trunk to scream, so I place the tape tight Bloody tarps, dripping trash bags, and a railroad spike Nark and I grab the needle and thread to stitch your lips Snitches get stitches and then I slit their bitch wrists Heathens to my purpose get your tongue cut out Speak up and put down then get your throat gut out Shoveling dirt on your grave like grains in an hourglass Lost in a blood ritual, no one knows how long this hour lasts Send me threats and I'll return you to your address in a box Use your bones for crafting, with your ribs ticking in my clocks Three in the morning I'm driving around, looking for a shallow grave I could bury the body, but, I could eat it or crave it on a lathe Midnight and on I'm always up to trouble, leave you in the rubble A house full of cannibals and a pot of boiling guts, can't knock the hustle Misconduct's an understatement, body bags under my basement Stalk em', slay em' then I ghost mostly hopping out the casement Quick executions, dance on your grave, I call it the electric chair slide My gallows stand still when the wind blows, blindfolded at the firing line I'm still the black magic practicing aspirin addict, with demons in my attic My heart's an insane asylum, with no patience, my mortuary's padded My soul's a swirling vortex, blacker than my twisted cerebral cortex Dragging the mortician behind me, embalming him, more or less With a crucifix, an amulet, and an unabridged treatise on druidism Necromancy and dark magic, I can't sugar coat that, fuck a euphemism Hopefully Jehovah can witness my mistress sacrifice a virgin I have a glass of her blood and her organs in jars, I'm practically a surgeon Marketing the mark of the beast, it's two times threes cubed Walk into a sanatorium and get whispers from the mute Grab a grimoire and throw a hex with a lute 6 minutes till the rapture, and that was too soon