Текст песни Devil Shit - Evil Pimp

I summoned the prince of darkness. By the power of the act we seal one sweet and faithful night.
He is our most frightening symbol of evil; The tempter the soul snatcher who goes by many names. (Satan Lucifer come out).

Tonight is a blue moon and Friday the 13th.
An auspicious night for satanist who are into dark magic
And the ancient practice of calling the devil to work
I'm meeting with a man who calls himself a high priest of the first church of Satan.
Thanks to the internet he is a shadowing mentor for the thousands of kids he communicates with online

See I worship devil shit to keep the demons in my head
Close my eyes and now Im sweatin toss and turnin im my bed
Making homicides, demons fly as I increase my high
Satan Now Appears but just in shadow and its time to ride
Slowly rub my eyes to clear my head cuz Im not seein straight
Lucifer repeats "its time to go" but still I hesitate
Rubbin And Washin My Hands Right on my jeans cuz theres a bloody mess
Figurin out what did I do to get these cutts all on my hands and chest
Feelin so satanic in a panic and Im full of rage
Now Im placed in prison locked away up at an early age
So I grab and cock my Glock and get my ass up on the creep

Niggas talkin shit about my click I'll burry six feet deep
Walkin into the living room and call my roomates to the den

Then I start to buck and leave them buckas shoot up all my friends
Now Im lurkin cautiously
I hope that jesus calls and says " for eternally the evil pimp gon be
The devils slave

See I Worship Devil Shit, You bustas best not fuck with dis
See I Worship Devil Shit, Ill Put you bitches in a ditch Cresent Moon Up In the Night And Now The Evil Pimp Appears

Families In A Panic cuz their family members disappear
Horror Bloody Scene From The king of this evil shit
Brain Gon Splat on walls homicides I brutally comit
Put you in a bag with toe tags and then I start to drag
So dont fuck with me especially when hold the 40 mag
Just like Im chris cringle slate boe jingle from this plastic nine
Went ta park and stacked you like a pringle so dont fuck with mine

And the gun I hold tight in my hand increases murda rates
Pop them twice and watch the blood bitch as i sold them from their fate
Make my way to church so I can quickly clear my soul
Devils gotta hold won't let go and I can pray no more
And ho I should mention ain't no fiction wake you from your sleep
Mentally intention for the mention leave you six feet deep
Gotta couple tattoes now you actin like a killa
Imma leave you tatted up floatin upside down in river

See I Worship Devil Shit, You bustas best not fuck with dis
See I Worship Devil Shit, Ill Put you bitches in a ditch