(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 k** 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 sh**
The voices earthquake until my psyche splits
Took my shrink's scripts but they're still there a tiny bit
I got around k**ing 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 k** 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 d**h.)
[Coal Cash]
"Oh I like her"
Inquisition of sick thoughts
Saw through your b**h 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 sh**
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 d**h, I like your flesh and want to rock that
Chopping your b**h 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 who*e'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."