Coal Cash - Goat Magic lyrics

(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."