Embrace Your Satan - Ill Bill, Goretex

Sorcerer beard, doom metal soundtracks

The officer bewared shoot up with they moms at

Embrace your Satan

Take it back to when John Hinckley sprayed up Reagan

Hey yo my bathtub ghetto work out decompose mucus

Sit bank Hank with ten to twelve in the casket like Frank Lucas

Shank Judas cause yo the Torah be the holy sect

All you bags of suppliers jupe a pussy like Richard Speck

Blood splattered sunglasses, guns blasted, dust, ashes

Funerals and young caskets, baby gangsters, dumb bastards

Live fast run past us

Smile now cry after assassin’s shoot up what you love with a smile laughing

Medina frozen nose like dope from P. King

Get your neck sawed off with a broken blade like Jay Sebring

Post-mortem I hit ‘em with ice trays ‘til the body’s frozen

A thousand sleeves of that raw, I got my lobby open

That crazy heady rap angel dust and the hourglass

The blowjobs from seventy-two virgins like Taliban

Action packed acid rap’s backs like a savage

When the ratchet clap barrels blast to pierce you like a arrow shaft

The mac is greater

Laugh when you go down like a sack of potatoes

Shook a steel cage '82 when he pulled the tazer

Smile now die later, 700 horse power

'81 Trans-Am, they makin' punches for the horse powder

No, no, no, not yet, not yet, don’t pass out on me yet!

You rotten wanker !

Do we understand each other?

If you care what happens to the girl you better answer me, all right?

Now listen to me carefully… I.-I've changed my mind, I’m going to let her

die!

I just wanted you to know that