Insaneology

Praise me, oh god, things I have done
Raise the introspect, wars I have won
Rise me, oh god, stand still the end
Send in the solace one, wars never end My black magic creates tragic fates like back fractures upon magistrates
That disagreed with what Necro advocates
If you know thugs for 4 G′s you could be coked up
Involved in orgies on top of pentagrams soaked in goats' blood
With innocent maidens, reciting rituals in a menacing cadence
I′m blatantly a sadist, making me Satan's acquaintance
My sepulchral corporals disobeyin' court rules, assaultin′ bishops
Burn ′em with liquid from the cauldron on the altar with chickens
These verses are satanic like Salmon Rushdie
Reading Talmud on embalming fluid next to Muhammad, the devil told him to do it
Music made for thrashers and gay bashers
We slay fascists, while I parlay puffin' LaVey′s ashes
You're enslaved to Mephisto′s imprisonment
Dick on Monroe's grave and christen it when I piss in it
Blasphemous like Baphomet′s tits, evil like African ticks
Make the female sacrifice and suck theCapricorn's dick
You got pulmonary edema
You'll soon be buried like Gary Coleman′s career, but your skull recovered by FEMA
Attackin′ the mental, walkin' backwards into temple
Gold inverted pentacle, fang platinum dental
Magically create tragedy internally
Similiar to Merlin so your fragile anatomy burns in Hell
Your permanent murder′s a travesty
Sincerely and personally I'm eternally HIM, his infernal majesty
It comes to me
I feel insane
I write the book of corpse
I feel the strain
Killing it comes to me
It′s what I do to pray, to pray
This shit's heavy, like the illustrations of Eliphas Lévi
Should′ve left you forever celibate at your Briss with a machete
Sick, demented women prance, centered in the pentagram
Enter the pit, kill a divine being like Glen Benton's band
Importing to Miami beach, no law in the streets
I don't wait for the lord to preach, cause God is dead, according to Nietzsch′
Shit on Christ while the beat rocks
Blasting King Diamond during the Equinox, sacrificin′ peacocks
A black Bar Mitzvah, rabinical satanis
A clinically sick cynical clique with banana clips and bandanas
If your career was killin' for Satan and now you′re locked up
It's clear as day you were decieved like Ramirez
I have no physical address, I just spiritua