ANTICHRIST

I rave up in the grave

Bitch you know what the fuck is up

Fallen angels want to play the dice

I be the devil's son

Bloody mary chokin' on the semen

Eat the fuckin' cum

Antichrist up in this bitch

I put the seed right in the cunt

Body bag for the bitch

Get dead, with the stitch

So fake, cut the shit

You say, get a grip

Get down on your knees

Lay down rest in peace

Holly mother knows I'm killing sinners

I'm here for the feast

I was talkin' to the devil

On a motherfuckin' flip phone

Pardon me, how Jesus going?

Motherfucker's dead, gone

Killed that bitch, his veins stopped flowing

Sleeping under grave stone, smoked this bitch

He gone, and you'll be callin' me a big smoke

It's that nine to yo dome

What you, what you gonna do bitch (goodbye)

It's that nine to yo dome

What you, what you gonna do bitch (goodbye)

Yuh, I'm coming with the desert eagle

Straight up in yo town

I be creepin' in the night so you can't even hear a sound

Shoot my pistol pistol, than I put the demons on the ground

I'm so sick of burning churches

So I turn it all around

Body bag for the bitch

Get dead, with the stitch

So fake, cut the shit

You say, get a grip

Get down on your knees

Lay down rest in peace

Holly mother knows I'm killing sinners

I'm here for the feast

Creep in the silence

Embrace the violence

Don't call the sirens

Wait for your guidance