Insaneology (feat. John Tardy)

[John Tardy]

Praise me, oh god, things I have done

Raise the introspect, wars I have won

Rise me, oh god, stand still the end

Send in the solace one, wars never end

[Necro]

My black magic creates tragic fates like back fractures upon magistrates

that disagreed with what Necro advocates

If you know thugs for 4 G's you could be coked up

Involved in orgies on top of pentagrams soaked in goats blood

With innocent maidens, reciting rituals in a menacing cadence

I'm blatantly a sadist, making me Satan's acquaintance

My sepulchral corporals disobeyin' court rules, assault bishops

Burn 'em with liquid from the cauldron on the altar with chickens

[Necro]

These verses are satanic like Salmon Rushdie

Reading Talmud on embalming fluid next to Muhammad, the devil told him to do it

Music made for thrashers and gay bashers

We slay fascists, while I parlay puffin' LaVey's ashes

You're enslaved to Mephisto's imprisonment

Piss on Monroe's grave and christen it when I piss in it

Blasphemous like Baphomet's tits, evil like African ticks

Make the female sacrifice and suck the Capricorn's dick

You got pulmonary edema

You'll soon be buried like Gary Coleman's career, but your skull recovered by FEMA

Attackin' the mental, walkin' backwards into temple

Gold inverted pentacle, fang platinum dental

Magically create tragedy internally

Similiar to Merlin so your fragile anatomy burns in Hell

Your permanent murder's a travesty

Sincerely and personally I'm eternally HIM, his infernal majesty

[John Tardy]

It comes to me

I feel insane

I write the book of corpse

I feel the strain

Killing it comes to me

It's what I do

[Necro]

This shit's heavy, like the illustrations of Eliphas Lévi

Should've left you forever celibate at your Briss with a machete

Sick, demented women prance, centered in the pentagram

Enter the pit, kill a divine being like Glen Benton's band

Importing to Miami beach, no law in the streets

I don't wait for the lord to preach, 'cause God is dead, according to nietzche

Shit on Christ while the beat rocks

Blasting King Diamond during the Equinox, sacrificin' peacocks

A black Bar Mitzvah, rabinical satanis

A clinically sick cynical clique with banana clips and bandanas

If your career was killin' for Satan and now you're locked up

It's clear as day you were decieved like Ramirez

I have no physical address, I just spiritually manifest

Like mystical hat tricks, split in two in a casket and switch backwards

Sammy Davis Jr. was satanic no less

Recruiting many actors and actresses in to the C.O.S

[Necro]

L. Ron Hubbard thought he was Satan, you wish you were me

The scientologist gynecologist doin' abortions ritually

Free Masonry's why Michael flipped

Tom Cruise's brain is microchipped, they cleared his mind completely then recycled it

Travolta's been trapped since '75

Before "Welcome Back, Carter!" they soddered his brain open with blotters

Politician occultists hexin' humans with complex infections

That bludgeon, 'cause they hold grudges like Stryker from X-Men

It be the God like Marquis de Sade, the priesthood of Mendez

Sacrificing chicks like Lizzette Melendez

Like Trevor Perez and Sean Martin on Fenders

We're rugged thuggin' shout to my Insaneology members, DIE!!!!!!!!!