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 Holy Mother knows I'm killin' sinners, I'm here for the feast I was talkin' to the devil on a motherfuckin' flip phone "Pardon me, how Jesus goin'? Motherfucker's dead, gone" Killed that bitch, his veins stopped flowin', sleepin' under gravestone 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 comin' with the Desert Eagle straight up in your town I be creepin' in the night so you can't even hear a sound Shoot my pistol-pistol, then I put the demons on the ground I'm so sick of burnin' 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 Holy Mother knows I'm killin' sinners, I'm here for the feast Creep in the silence, embrace the violence Don't call the sirens, wait for your guidance