[Intro]

Hyperventiling and noise

Hahahahaha

Agh! ($kiah)

The diagnostic resembles a very wicked honor from all of our ears, minds, thoughts and hearts. Please take the time to protect yourselves and seek shelter, this includes horror, lust, stress, anxiety, crime, fear, and death, death, death

[Verse]

Tearin' out my skin

I've done plenty fucking sins

Take away my fucking wins

I've done plenty fucking sins

Satan wanna battle, Satan wanna rattle

Split him with the paddle, I'll tear down his castle

Your Satan is a bitch, his ass is pussy, get him stitched

He's dead, step on that cunt, dropped to the floor, now he got in my blunt

Your Satan is a bitch, his ass is pussy, get him stitched

He's dead, step on that cunt, dropped to the floor, now he got in my blunt

[Chorus]

Satan's finally dead, Satan's finally dead

Satan's finally dead, Satan's finally dead

Satan's finally dead, Satan's finally dead

Satan's finally dead, Satan's finally dead, ah

[Outro]

"The birth of wickedness has been in all of us. We can't just see it because we don't know ourselves too much. Only to open it is because of the honor."