Текст песни Exorcist - Killah Priest

Buggin' out
Yeah

Each flavor jolly ranchers
Eight astronauts in space
Analysts suffer from brain cancer
Now they speak backwards

The Earth awaits the center of mass as they arrive
Only to thrive off of human flesh
Santa Clauses' wife breaks her neck
And beaten to death, the Jesus theory was just a hoax
The devil catches The Holy Ghost
From a psalm that the Archangel had wrote
Hitler jerks off on the top of Jezebel's head
Give the children stone instead of bread

Chop off his head, split his body down the middle
I'm like a three year old and your bones are skittles
Riddle, diddle, little, sickle, pistol
Piddle, paddle, rattle, tattle, taboo
The bottle of Vicodin or Oxycontin
Now I see Martians, wavin' hello
Their arms are long, their teeth are yellow
Pop a double gram so I can see the Son of Man

I look up, oh yeah, the Son of Man
Now you see, now you don't
The trick is makin' them believe but they won't
Who killed Tupac and ODB? Somebody's watchin' me
Paranoid drinkin' Coca-Cola
The coffee cup spills over, I grab soda after soda
A drive-by shootin' at a weddin', so upsettin'
White gown, rice rose petals, blood spreadin'

Fuckin' then killin', killin' then fuckin'
My brain's empty, my heart feels nothin'
My left side is numbin'
I ask myself, lemme ask you somethin'
Tryna catch my breath
While I'm tryna write somethin' so fresh

We're handcuffed
You my baby
You my baby
You my baby
You my baby
You my baby
You my baby

Eighty grams of Dilaudid, Dopa Troponin
Hydromorphine, my eye's low, I morph into a king
Holdin' idols of the mammoth, gaff mist of stream
A psychedelic, angelic, relic
Used to bind Leviathan's wings
A night perish, his wife's precious
Holdin' his head, slide off his helmet
Lizard face, she drops 'em
Looks around the reptilian race with long part tongue

My pupils dilate, my brain goes cuckoo
I must annihilate, I leap yoo-hoo
I feel great, a basket full of snakes
Upon the tablets, a long beard, a stone I still scrape
A poem of madness, I shot the devil on Easter eve
Behind hell's walls, you can still hear his wife grieve
She wore white on his funeral
All dead animals came back to life, it was beautiful

Lookin' unusual, a long trench-coat, lookin' grim
Ground hems spend smoke, slightly build posture
It's Priest the Mobster
A sick smile, holdin' his next vic', a small child
Could it be the next Savior?
Look for more millennium flows
Futuristic poems in my comic book of reality
Called the stargazer papers

I put a spell on you
'Cause you're mine
What is it?
It's not the things you do
I ain't lyin'
I can't stand no runnin' around
Lyin'
Lyin'

That's why I put a spell on you
'Cause you're mine
I love you
I love you
I love you
I want you to come
Come back home, baby