Lyrics

There's 7 different levels to devil-worshipping Horses' heads Human sacrifices Cannibalism Candles and exorcisms Animals havin sex with them candles Mammals and rabbits But I dont get into that I kicked the habit I just Beat you to death with weapons And eat thru the flesh And I never Eat you unless The fucking meat looks fresh I've got a lion in my pocket I'm lying I got a 9 in my pocket And baby I'm just Dying to cock it Who's ready for war? I'm ready for war I got machettes and swords For anybody who said they was raw My balls as heavy as yours yeah Yeah, you met me before I just didn't have as large An arsenal of weapons before Marshall will step in the door I'll lay your head on the floor With the bodies spread on them bedspread Blood on the ceiling Blood on the floor Get a new whore Met on the second Red on the third And she's dead on the fourth