Witching hour I awake and shoo the spiders from my face

Black sheep, know my family is a disgrace

I'm in the backseat with a bad bitch around my waist

But I still feel uncomfortable, no bitch can take my pistol place (Nah)

In the belly of the beast I've been praying for death

But they can tell that I'm a devil by the sulfur on my breath

I carve pentagrams into the chest of the innocents

Start the recording, proclaimed all my innocence

Bitch I'm gonna be the omen that you never seen

The sacrificial ritual, save it to make the world clean

Coming around the corner clipped your partner with a red beam

AR-15 turn your face to a sistine (Uhh!)

Bitch I ain't afraid of death

Instead I welcome that shit, let's all see what comes next

Follow me into the shallow abyss

And I promise you peace, it'll find you dead quick

Never affiliate with you fake-ass bitches

Leave a cold case for anybody want to ride witcha

Hit a bullseye in the ride, goddamn ringing

Now you're bullseye, dead guy, left there to linger and rot

I have these horns that always grow inside my head

And I can't find another being that I'm seeing with a problem quite like mine

Crucifix inverted on my pistols

Triple six I ride until my lid close

Mortuary, I'm living with all my kinfolk

Trapping out the back to the spirits that wanna get dope (Ugh)

Ride in a hearse with my people, I've been on the hex and done cursed a few people

I cover in gas and I burn down the steeple

I'm here to show you the true essence of evil

I ain't ever been the motherfucker that done changed who I am for fear of being crucified (Nope)

I would rather burn alive on the stake, be aligned with the greats, I'll stab you bitches in the eyes

Serpentine, I come slithering through

Into Hell we emerge, it's the fuck you going through

If I pull from the hip, then your life it is through

And any other motherfucker that's considered your crew

I'm sick of all the lies and the bullshit you spreading

If you spend your life in fear in hopes you make it to heaven

I got a bed made for you in a bottomless pit

Religion is shit, oppression, it never quits

And how the fuck you make excuses for a sick little bitch?

This how you preach about forgiveness while he touching your kids?

I got a motherfucking slug for anybody like this

And any motherfucker lets him get away with this shit

It sickens me how you all falling for this

And you think that you saving me from the abyss?

When you constantly drunk and you beat on your kids

When you steal from the poor and you give to the rich

And there's people here dying all because of this

But if your needs are met, you ain't giving a shit

And it's sad (And it's sad!) So I bear the horns and show all of my sins

I have these horns that always grow inside my head

And I can't find another being that I'm seeing with a problem quite like mine

Crucifix inverted on my pistols

Triple six I ride until my lid close

Mortuary, I'm living with all my kinfolk

Trapping out the back to the spirits that wanna get dope (Ugh)

Ride in a hearse with my people, I've been on the hex and done cursed a few people

I cover in gas and I burn down the steeple

I'm here to show you the true essence of evil