(Verse 1)

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

Chorus:

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!

(Verse 2)

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, OK

Doesn't matter if you blast a priest

Of if you blast police

Doesn't matter if we fast or feast

We're still shittin' out this masterpiece

Chorus X2

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!!