Текст песни Intro - Cat Farmer

Makin anything I want because I'm Cat Farmer
Can't think of anything, so I fuckin think harder
Don't know what he's doin that's what he tell 'em
Liquor on his shirt, so you can smell him
I run over cops with a blue lawn mower
Got zero degrees, but it could still get colder
Waste your life until you decide to swallow knives
Once that happens you can't talk, much less apologize
I don't even know what I'm talkin bout
I got a lot to say, but I don't know how to spit it out

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Keeper of the creature that could send you straight to heaven
Born to rid the world of them, in the night they step in
The circle to worship their unholy brethren
The essence of death and the wisdom of truth
Both combined together to then form a truth
And in this decision the worst chapter forged
The forsaken being, the menace, the scourge