Evil Pimp - I Worship Devil sh** lyrics

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Evil Pimp - I Worship Devil sh** lyrics

Intro: 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 sh** 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 co*k my Glock and get my a** up on the creep n***as talkin sh** 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 sh**, You bustas best not f** with dis See I Worship Devil sh**, Ill Put you b**hes in a ditch (4X) 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 sh** 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 f** 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 f** with mine And the gun I hold tight in my hand increases murda rates Pop them twice and watch the blood b**h 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 k**a Imma leave you tatted up floatin upside down in river See I Worship Devil sh**, You bustas best not f** with dis See I Worship Devil sh**, Ill Put you b**hes in a ditch (6X)