Who’s Sharon Tate Think about her when it’s very late In the dark where I marinate With a gun I stare and wait You leave me soaking I’m covered in you so open You’re wounded I feel so potent When my enemies are broken She said let us snap their necks to this Demon in her got her extra pissed Said she’d rather have sex than kiss Why the fuck would you call an exorcist? Help me recite this Her face painted up like Emeritus The second that you invite us in you sat Satan Beside us
The Ode of your fortune has been foretold! If so you will find out tonight just how fucking cold! Behold are you worth your weight in gold If so you can call out to him tonight and sell your soul!
Amphetamine I’m a losing horse filled with Ketamine In a truck filled with Acetylene Parked that shit near the mezzanine Then I walked in a Chick-Fil-A As I depart this shit souffle You might want to get your kids away There is bound to be another Tim McVeigh At first I wrote this just trying to troll the hopeless Until I noticed the hatred was building So you should quote this Doesnt Matter if you blast a priest Of if you blast police Doesnt matter if we fast or feast We’re still shitting out this masterpiece
The Ode of your fortune has been foretold! If so you will find out tonight just how fucking cold! Behold are you worth your weight in gold If so you can call out to him tonight and sell your soul!
The Ode of your fortune has been foretold! If so you will find out tonight just how fucking cold! Behold are you worth your weight in gold If so you can call out to him tonight and sell your soul!