Текст песни ANTICHRIST

I rave up in the grave Bitch you know what the fuck is up Fallen angels want to play the dice I be the devil's son Bloody mary chokin' on the semen Eat the fuckin' cum Antichrist up in this bitch I put the seed right in the cunt Body bag for the bitch Get dead, with the stitch So fake, cut the shit You say, get a grip Get down on your knees Lay down rest in peace Holly mother knows I'm killing sinners I'm here for the feast I was talkin' to the devil On a motherfuckin' flip phone Pardon me, how Jesus going? Motherfucker's dead, gone Killed that bitch, his veins stopped flowing Sleeping under grave stone, smoked this bitch He gone, and you'll be callin' me a big smoke It's that nine to yo dome What you, what you gonna do bitch (goodbye) It's that nine to yo dome What you, what you gonna do bitch (goodbye) Yuh, I'm coming with the desert eagle Straight up in yo town I be creepin' in the night so you can't even hear a sound Shoot my pistol pistol, than I put the demons on the ground I'm so sick of burning churches So I turn it all around Body bag for the bitch Get dead, with the stitch So fake, cut the shit You say, get a grip Get down on your knees Lay down rest in peace Holly mother knows I'm killing sinners I'm here for the feast Creep in the silence Embrace the violence Don't call the sirens Wait for your guidance