(You're either a real Satanist, a true Satanist or not, and if you are you are born that way.)

[Jak Tripper]

I bring 'em to the fire witch

Bring forth the goat horned head of the lioness

Black hands left pentagrams and hired hits

On the side for spare time, I kill them in their homes silent

In one night, I took my time with it

I'll canoe out your insides and bathe in your vitamins

Bring back ax murders and drownings like 1945 and shit

The voices earthquake until my psyche splits

Took my shrink's scripts but they're still there a tiny bit

I got around killing palm readers and psychic chicks

Hoping they'll subside a bit

Clusters in dumpsites legit

You don't seem to understand I pillow talk and lie by stiffs

I love her, I want to be inside her skin

I want to get to know her body and how to open it up and lay inside of it

Serial kill pageant queens and finalists

Rap's turned American Idol

My loved ones like "Jak, you'll never get signed like this"

Blood on my face with a chainsaw looking like Based Out

Based out, along came a spider creeping up the train spout

Rock an ill show, then leave on the stretcher laid out

Still trying to shoot up on the way out

I'm ashamed now that I praised how

I got so many stay blood stained towels

You'd think hospitals gave downs

You want the way out?

Let's hold hands, jump and take the cave down

Lion heart writes get their main scalped

In the deep dark basement of Roger Graves house

(You have to die. Everybody has to die. There can be happiness beyond death.)

[Coal Cash]

"Oh I like her"

Inquisition of sick thoughts

Saw through your bitch when I cut her tits off

Christened with straw and pitch, a wicked witch circled with pitchforks

Put a lit torch to her clit singe to a crisp burning her lips off

Another corpse for the pit, what you think we're digging this ditch for

Stick a jigsaw to your ribs, it's Coal and Jak back on that wacko shit

Jaws of a dracolich, spitting shrapnel melting the castle brick

Supernaturally sick, a basilisk so don't insult me

And it's mostly because I'm nuts I'll spray your guts on the upholstery

A ghostly apparition, unzipping your flesh when I undress the living

Ripping out chunks of chest, a zombie vet doing our best renditions

So listen to risen death, I like your flesh and want to rock that

Chopping your bitch for days and made her face into a jockstrap

Who got Jak or trouble with double shovel it turns me crazy

But maybe I shouldn't guzzle before I juggle these burning babies

They pay me in bourbon lately, when off the gravy I got a lazy jaw

So I bore through your whore's melon, sip cerebellum out of a crazy straw

Drunk on drencrom with bodies that sank when I shank 'em

Into the deprivation tank and the blood bank of my inner sanctum

"They all float down here."