[Anton LaVey & Aleister Crowley Intro]

Come forth, oh, great spawn of the abyss, and make thy presence manifest

Lord visible and sensible, of whom this Earth is but a frozen spark turning about thee with annual and diurnal motion, source of light, source of life

[Verse 1: Gore Elohim]

Gangsta coffin with the airbrushed top

My bro saw your face off shoved next to my Asian wok (Ahh!)

My destiny is go pop so I can pop a cop

Problem solving date of birth, 44th of a modern Glock

Mason work, used to sell sherm until my hobby stopped

Ma dukes threw me out the crib tryna get the guap

Fiends knockin' on my window tryna get that body rock

I need a Maserati, these aunties never stop

Raw spit like Half a Mill, rest in peace massive killas

Passin' the buildings are goin' to temple with Masta Buildas

I use the same Bulldog when I be blastin' victims

My Star of David kevlars'll be your last mission

My diagnosis is a self-appointed walk physician

Hounds like Malachi York that never turn Christians

Talk from a distance, bury you in your Ford Vista

Spiteful you left in the morgue, get the raw picture

[Anton LaVey Interlude]

Send forth that messenger of voluptuous delights, and let these obscene vistas of my dark desires, take form in future deeds and doings

[Verse 2: Apakalypse]

Anubis Hell Staff, Hell's wind blowin'

Enter the Supercoven

Once a cold kite comes down, you crash into a dead and goin' nowhere fast in a rush

Pagan sluts hemoglobin

Uncut rock, told that bitch to keep it on the hush

Blessed with the dust from angels

Catch me in the hood slangin' bath salts

Niggas turnin' into zombies been lost it

21 shots to drop one of 'em

When I miss in get your face mauled the fuck off

Corpse hauled off

Cyborgs in the morgue

Respect the overlords of the underground underworld

Destroy your nation with 1000 drones

Total devastation get blown, into bits, fragments

Slackjaw faggots get drenched, in gasoline, and lit the fuck on fire

Expired souls, send them back to where they belong

My arm is a python that lunges lasers like Galvatron

I rock thick heavy chains like Spawn

Glock go pop, woah, did you see them brains blow?

There is no comin' back once you're gone, hoe

[Aleister Crowley Outro]

Now invisible in thy season, be thou favourable to hunters, and lovers, and to all men that toil upon the Earth, and to all mariners upon the sea

So mote it be

Giver and receiver of joy, gate of life, and love, be thou ever ready, thou and thine handmaiden, in thine office of gladness

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